MAX POV

I opened the door and studied the man who had knocked on our door. He flinched after seeing my gaunt appearance but shook it off and warmly smiled.

"Uh… Hi," I greeted slowly. The man was quite young, maybe 25 or 24, with short, neatly combed brown hair and a collared shirt and dark denim jeans.

"Hey, you guys have been acquainted with Far- er…. I mean Fang, right?" the man asked with doubt. We nodded.

"He… He wanted to give you this," the man stated as he handed me a package.

"'Kay," I sighed, "Thanks."

Before he could say goodbye, I slammed the door in his face and raced to the kitchen counter to open the package. It took a long time to open it. Fang wrapped TONS of layers of tape around it, like something fragile was in it.

Iggy got impatient and ripped up the package to see what was inside it and thousands of one dollar bills poured out.

"Oh my god," Nudge whispered. Everyone looked astounded. How could Fang get this kind of money?