Yusuf Zuck's A6 hadn't been lost. During the interrogation in that warehouse, he and Jerome Hart had also learned the whereabouts of the A6—it was parked at Penglai Park's parking lot, and even when Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart found the A6, the car keys were still in the ignition.
However, Jerome Hart's leather bag in the car had been rifled through, the cash was gone, but other items were still there.
"How much did you lose? I'll compensate you!" Yusuf Zuck felt a bit guilty, as Jerome Hart had been dragged into this mess because of him.
"Forget it." Jerome Hart shook his head. Yusuf Zuck was just a driver; how much money could he possibly have?
"My cards are still there, so I just need to find an ATM to withdraw some cash. Also, just take me directly to the train station. I won't visit Ruth anymore." Jerome Hart glanced at the time. He had called to book a train ticket as soon as he got off the plane, so there wasn't enough time left.