Bob shook his head, "I can't tell you that."
Jimmy screwed the bottle cap back on and threw it back into the car. "Who's your superior? Where is he?"
Bob replied, "Brother, I can give you money, let me go, and it'll be good for all of us. If you're going to move in, I can cooperate with you guys to take over the territory around Chinatown. I'm very sincere."
Jimmy took out Bob's gun and fired a shot into the ground near Bob's thigh. The gunshot echoed in the warehouse, a large abandoned area where the sound of gunfire wasn't much of an issue. "Are you betting I won't shoot? Huh?"
Bob flinched, "Don't shoot! Please don't!"
Jimmy said, "I can spare your life, but you still have to give me the information I want. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone it was you who talked."
Bob shook his head, his upper body also swaying, "We're all working for the gang, you can't do this, I can't betray my brothers."
Jimmy asked again, "Who's your superior? Where? Tim Spark?"
