Dylan was nervous. "Hey, Mr. Lloyd, you've got to stop pulling my legs. If Mr. Yates hears that, he'll literally skin me alive."

Andrew smiled slightly. "It's not that serious. Anyway, let's talk business. I can help you, South City, but it's a one-time thing. So, you pick the person."

Dylan and his men were confused, glancing at each other. They were unsure of what Andrew meant by "pick the person".

Andrew took a sip of tea, then calmly explained, "Pick the person you need me to take out