Uncle took the cigarette from Jimmy, and Jimmy lit it for him. Uncle took a puff and lifted his chin slightly, "Are you with them?"
Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, there was a driver just stabbed and robbed of his wallet and phone, just two streets away. A black guy, wearing a hoodie, ran over here and they chased him this far."
Uncle asked, "You don't quite look like a cop. What are you really?"
Jimmy pulled out his ID, "FBI Jimmy Yang, Yang Liansheng, just call me Jimmy. It wasn't my case initially; I was just passing by, but when I got the news that it was one of our own who got stabbed, I came to help out. When one of our own is hurt, someone has to pay. These thugs are getting out of hand."
Uncle nodded and gave Jimmy a thumbs up, "Alright, I didn't see that coming. You're a good man. Wait here for a moment."
Uncle, with the cigarette between his lips, took out a cellphone from his pocket and walked into a shop, obviously to contact someone.