C163 Don't Want to Be Implicated

The man known as the white tiger set aside the fruit knife and strode over to the table. He grabbed the stack of five thousand dollars, gave it a cursory glance, and then stashed it in a bag resting on the table.

"Can my friend go now?" Quinlan inquired, looking at the two men.

"Absolutely," the white tiger man replied with a slight smile.

"Alright, beat it," he said, turning his gaze to Fatty