The Shaker

The man was still not talking, only had his head bow while staring at the fading color of his jeans.

"How about a hammer?" he suggested to Wuming who was inspecting the weapons that were strapped to grills.

Wuming pulled out a hammer with rounded edges. "This should be fun," he grinned. "Alright let's get started."

It was already established that Qing Chen did not like resulting to violence. But this man had the audacity of being La Hiena's spy in this organization. Right on one of the fingers of Enigma, huh?

La Hiena had not even bothered enough to try to woo some of smaller gangs. Qing Chen thought he would be more persistent. But he guessed that La Hiena gave up that early.

"What are you doing over there?" Qing Chen asked his youngest brother whose eyes were trained on the screen. It looked like he had not blinked in a while.

"Trying to find the person with the neck tattoo."

"There must be thousands."