Chapter 52: You Don't Need to Check the Owner to Beat a Dog

"Kid, do you even know whose turf this is? You've got a lot of nerve causing trouble here." Two punks swaggered over. The one built like a reed, Thin Bamboo, leaned in until his face was almost pressed to Reginald Lyson's, glaring with vicious, bloodshot eyes. "Causing trouble?" Reginald Lyson's gaze stayed cold. "He's the one who started it. He sold counterfeit goods and then tried to shake down my father-in-law for $50,000. If this is your territory, are you telling me you don't police your own...