"Your ten dollars."
There you go!
Allen, imitating the air of Lance or Elvin, pinched the money between his fingers and handed it over, "I'm a man of my word."
He didn't care whether the worker was satisfied or not; he was pleased with himself, and that slightly chin-up attitude thrilled him from the tips of his hair to his toenails!
The worker took the money and even thanked Allen before leaving; as he walked away, his injuries seemed to hurt less.
Allen only knew the name but wasn't familiar with the person; he first called Lance, and then Lance told him to make another call.
Soon after, the person on the other end of the line gave them an address.
Police, although the person didn't identify their role, Allen could guess.
"Being able to find out an address this quickly can only be the police, so I say, following the Boss is definitely the right choice!"
"Take a look around Golden Port City, who else can do it like us?"
