Chapter 125: No Place to Stand

Dallas Gillyoot was defiant, clutching his broken finger, glaring venomously at Dante Casson. "My uncle is Brown. Everyone on this street eats because of him! Around here, he's the top dog-nobody can mess with him!" He sneered, "You dare snap my finger and threaten me? You're dead meat..." Dante just looked calm and scoffed, "Brown?" He shrugged, "Even if you knew the President himself, it wouldn't help you today." Right as he finished speaking, a menacing voice called out. "Are young people these...