Bab 921: I Love Vigilantism, and Only If You Pay More

"I'm in New York. So, Mr. Wilson, you don't have to take a luxury business class flight tonight, nor do you have to stay in a four-star hotel. You can sleep in your own bed and get a good night's sleep," said Luke slowly.

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Also, if you don't work harder, Mr. Wilson, you'll have to settle for the minimum 500 dollars for the information."

Wade's face fell and he was full of regret for the missed jackpot. "That's too bad… Ah, I mean, that's great."

"Fix a place and time, and send the details to me. Preferably before seven tonight in New York city centre. I don't plan on taking a plane back to Los Angeles to meet you there." Luke chuckled. "Only when the money is in your pocket does it belong to you, right, Mr. Wilson?"

Wade: "…Okay."

Luke hung up.

Selina finally complained, "How did this guy survive until now? Is it only because he's surrounded by people with hearing disabilities that he hasn't been killed?"