chapter 71 Northern Emperor

"You worthless thing, how dare you speak to our boss like that? Do you know who calls the shots in the North District?" A lackey with tattoos on his shoulder stepped forward, ferociously cursing at Dylan. Dylan's eyebrows furrowed as he sized up the lackey, "Who calls the shots in the North District of Yorksimvil?" "Is that even a question? Naturally, it's our boss!" The lackey proudly said, thumb up. "Young man, I don't know what your relationship is with this person, but I hope you can read...