Hearing what the red-haired man said, Weiken turned his head and looked at the red-haired man beside him, then said softly, "I have no money."
"Good answer."
The red-haired man took a drag on his cigarette, pulled out a Gauss Pistol from his waist, pressed it against Weiken's chest, and pinned him against the alley's wall, sneering, "Farewell, Old Geezer. I just love this feeling of ridding the people of a scourge."
Weiken froze in place; he had not expected Borek to act so swiftly, not even giving him a chance to react. Before Weiken could pull the trigger, he quickly blurted out, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't rush this—I still have a bigger deal to discuss with you."
"Oh, what else do we have to talk about?"
