"Get out!"
Quinn roared.
The young man looked at Quinn, then at Chen Yu, and rattled off something in Spanish.
Quinn waved his hand impatiently, motioning for him to scram.
Only then did the young man leave.
Chen Yu was no stranger to guns. Chicago was infamous nationwide for its rampant gangs, and the neighborhood he grew up in wasn't exactly a wealthy area. He'd seen his share of things like this.
But his door...
"I'll pay for it," Quinn said immediately.
He stretched his back a bit. Miraculously, the pain was gone.
"Chen, that bastard Billings actually dared to call you a fraud. What a joke. He's the quack." Quinn had clearly seen the news too.
Chen Yu waved his hand, gesturing for Quinn to sit up, then picked up his silver needles.
Quinn understood at once and briskly rolled up his pant leg.
As Chen Yu administered the acupuncture, he thought to himself, 'If even Quinn knows about this, then the people of Orlando must know too.'
