Chapter 509: We Can't Scam Anyone, But We Definitely Can't Scam Regular Folks

The cellar door swung open. A few old men were squatting on the ground, bare-assed, playing cards. The instant light spilled in, they yelped and sprang up, scrambling into their underwear like their lives depended on it. "We won't say a word!" "Beat us to death and we still won't talk!" "We'd rather die than bend. We'll never be traitors!" Daniel Lyson stood outside, speechless. They really were committed to the bit. He glanced at the clothes on the table, then at the deck of cards, and his...