"Please give Mr. Lance my thanks for his generosity—he's the most generous employer I've ever seen!"
The young lawyer shook hands with Jerald and then drove off.
In just a short time, he had driven over, paid the bail after getting the legal documents, and then took Jerald out of the police station, earning himself one hundred dollars.
Damn, where the hell did Robben find such quality clients?
That got him seriously thinking about whether to head to Golden Port City and team up with Lawyer Robben.
These gangsters really are fucking rich, and they seriously don't give a damn about money!
Jerald knew where Lance lived and soon arrived outside his room, where he knocked and was let in.
"Did they beat you up?" Lance casually asked while sitting on the sofa.
Jerald shook his head, "It was just me and another kid in there, maybe around fourteen or fifteen?"
"He got caught for stealing bread from a bakery and was locked up."
