Chapter 641 Steamrolled

• “Kid, you’re way too cocky. You dare beat up my men right in front of me? Name yourself. I’m Wildcat—I don’t kill nobodies!”
• Wildcat’s eyes flashed cold as he stared down the approaching Nelson Keller, trying to size up where the guy came from.
• Only two kinds of people would swagger onto The Heron’s turf to stir up trouble and hurt people: total lunatics, or someone backed by a heavy hitter. Otherwise, no one would dare treat The Heron like dirt.