"Ah. Shit." Ten sighed and pulled out his phone, texting for a driver. Was there anything in this city that wasn't one gang or another. Yep. He said too much. He already felt uneasy. He eyed up Hobi and then got out of his seat swiftly. "Yeah, nice meeting you." Damn it. Damn it. He was talking to Min Clan people about his family, probably being worked for info. Of course he was. Man, that watch Hobi had ... he was probably making a mint in the gang. Why was everything here a gang situation?