On the other side, the tall, skinny man with a weird tone tugged at the sleeve of the little boss, lowered his voice, and whispered a few words into his ear.
The little gangster boss's face twitched, and his eyes showed a mix of realization and disdain.
Spit——
A thick glob of spit landed right next to the young man's hand.
"I remember now, you're the unlucky bastard who has no one left at home, aren't you?"
The unfulfilled wish, the greed and malicious intent that once filled those fierce eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a more sinister and cold calculation.
The solitary young man before them was like a stray dog by the roadside, with nothing to exploit, and even extortion was a waste of effort.
But letting him go without paying any protection fee would set a poor precedent for other fishermen at the docks and other gangs in town.
And when Boss York Shaw returns from his long voyage, learning of this incident, what fate would await them then?
"What a dog bastard."
