Chapter 146: Get Reginald Lyson out here!

The bald brute's body looked like it had been carved out of stone. Knotted muscle packed his frame, and both arms bore a terrifying Coiled Dragon Tattoo. The men behind him were no ordinary street trash either. Each one was built like a brawler, hard-eyed and steady on their feet. "Relax, Young Master Spears," the man called Bob said with a cold grin. "We take the money, we solve the problem. To me, that kid named Reginald Lyson is already dead." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled...