Ah Jin found a room in the dilapidated building that was still usable.
Strapped him to a chair and told Sanlang to get water to splash him awake.
Ah Jin told Sanlang to wait and listen to her command.
That Buster was not that easy to deal with.
When Buster woke up, he found himself tied to a chair.
He tried to break free but to no avail.
Instead, the more he struggled, the tighter the rope became.
The darkness and alcohol sobered him up.
He forced himself to calm down and asked, "Who are you, and what do you want? I don't know anything."
Ah Jin did not say anything but took out a lighter from her pocket.
"Click," a little spark in the darkness.
The lighter was windproof.
There was not enough light.
Buster could not see clearly what the person looked like but could barely make out a man's hand.
Before Buster could get a closer look, Ah Jin shut the lights off, and the room was plunged back into darkness.
The only sound in the room was the lighter.
As it switched on and off, the tiny glow of light went on and off.
One minute ...
Two minutes ...
Three minutes ...
Buster cursed, "Who the hell are you people! What do you want! Say it! Say it!"
Ah Jin remained silent and continued to play with her lighter.
Five minutes passed ...
Seven minutes ...
Eight minutes ...
Ten minutes ...
Buster finally snapped.
"I will talk! I will talk about everything! Stop making that sound!"
Ah Jin held down Sanlang, who wanted to speak and signaled him to remain quiet for a moment.
There was a long silence that answered Buster.
There was no more sound of the lighter.
There was only silence in the room.
Even the sound of gunshots outside disappeared.
Buster did not know how long he waited, but he felt that the alcohol spirit had returned.
He was beginning to feel a little drowsy.
Surprisingly, he really fell asleep without realizing it.
Ah Jin signaled to Sanlang to splash him with water to wake him up.
Buster was splashed awake and cursed furiously.
But still, no one paid attention to him.
Half an hour later, he got splashed awake again.
Buster finally couldn't take it anymore and said in tears, "I will explain everything, don't torture me anymore."
Ah Jin lowered her voice, "Speak."
Buster began to speak.
"My name is Buster, a native of Country A. The organization I work for is called "Insect." We sell contraband for a living. We get the contraband from the "Bird," but we don't know them.
He was just telling the story when he suddenly felt a cold gun muzzle against his head and even heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.
Buster swallowed nervously, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.
"Tell the truth."
Buster wavered back and forth between his own life and the organization's secrets.
In the end, he chose his life.
He was not an agent.
He was just a peddler's head.
He was not so decent, and for the sake of his own life, he could only give an honest account.
According to Buster, he was from Country B.
He lived in Country A and returned to Country B after growing up, and then the organization saw this and sent him here.
They knew the "Bird."
After the "Bird's" delivery, people returned to Country B.
There was no more involvement with them.
They were all the lower ranks of an organization called "Viper."
The "Viper's" headquarters and the leader were unknown to him.
He had never seen him.
The information was the same as what Ah Jin bought.
There was one time when she heard someone drunk mentioned something that seemed to be involved with a particular official of Country A.
Ah Jin immediately associated it with the news that she saw before.
Could there really be a connection with him?
Buster waited nervously for the man in front of him to move.
He begged, "I've told you everything I know. Please let me go, please."
Ah Jin smiled in the darkness and said to him, "Goodbye."
In the dark, Sanlang heard a gunshot.
Then the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground followed.
Buster fell to the ground forever.