Chapter 100: I'll Shoot You All

Compensation? Drake thought he must've heard wrong. This guy beat up so many of his guys, and now he wants Drake to pay him? "Dude... I don't owe you any money, do I?" Drake said. Nash Johnston shot back, "Bullshit!" "You know how much time you wasted for me today?" "Do you know how much medicine I could've sold in that time?" "Do you know I make hundreds per bottle? You know how much money I lost this morning?" Drake: "Huh??" What the hell was this guy talking about? Wasting time? Selling...