"How many people are in the room?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.
"Four, gambling," the waiter said hurriedly.
"Who are they?"
"All local tycoons, they always request the boss to join them."
"Good, one last question, have you heard about the kidnapping?"
"No, I don't know."
"You can't afford the cost of lying. Speak up, and these are yours." He tossed a stack of chips.
"This...?"
"Want to die?"
"No no no, I'll talk, I know, many people here have heard, is it about the kidnapping in Huaxia Country? It was done by the Wata Guerrilla, that's all I know, please, spare me, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything, I won't say anything, I swear."
"Get up, take me to your boss." Luo Zheng commanded coldly, not worried in the slightest that the other party would dare to play tricks. The cost of leaking information was death. Luo Zheng could tell that this guy was terrified of dying and was clever enough not to blabber, or else the so-called Wata Guerrilla would never let him off.