Chapter 169: This Thing Doesn't Pack Much Punch

"I'll sit; you stand." With just a look from Pierce Jackson, Ramon Nelson hurried over and pulled up a chair. Everett's brow furrowed. "Friend, that's going too far," he said, his voice cold. "I know you can fight, but I've run these streets for decades. I didn't get here by luck." He sat while Everett stood? On what grounds? Did he take him for a lackey? In this line of work, respect is everything. "You're not fit to be my friend," Pierce said, giving a small shake of his head, face calm. "I...