Chapter 88 Running Into the One-Eyed Punk Again

• “Heh. Thirty grand? My little bro’s worth way more than that. If it’s not seventy-five grand, this won’t fly.” Rock snorted, lifting a steel pipe to point at Francis Lynch. He barked, “Kid, my bro hit you and you dared hit back? Get on your knees and apologize to him. Then crawl under me, and pay us seventy-five grand.”
• “Otherwise, not just you—Rosalie Owen’s whole family goes down with you!”
• Francis ignored Rock. He stepped forward and helped Uncle Zhang up. “Uncle Zhang, don’t beg him. These clowns aren’t even worth my time.”