54 Even A Mosquito’s Leg Has Meat

Hearing his words, Playboy Akkalou Benidito laughed. "This is what I do. If there's a debt, I'll pay it back. I won't give Andrew a chance to play any underhanded tricks."

Hans said, "Yeah, buddy. I like how you're good at distinguishing between right and wrong. The info Andrew gave, it's at—"

Akkalou Benidito immediately stopped him. "Don't say it. Big Fox, this is your own secret. The reason why I helped you was not to get info—please don't misunderstand."

Hans nodded. "Of course I know; who in Flagstaff doesn't know that you're trustworthy? I just want you to help confirm if this piece of info is real."

What Hans had just said was actually well calculated. Without batting an eye, he flattered Akkalou Benidito, as well as explaining why he wanted to tell him the info.