Chapter 80 It’s Already Too Late

• “No tears till you see the coffin, huh? Bring the blade. Chop his finger off and press his print with it.” Stanley was losing it. He couldn’t even settle this small mess. He worried Finnian would blame him, so he snapped.
• He signaled two subordinates to pin Yu Tao’s hand flat on the table, then grabbed a machete and got ready to sever a finger.
• The machete flashed cold and bright. Yu Tao pissed himself. A dark patch spread across his pants. Only now did it hit him—Stanley was a bigger gang boss than him and way meaner. Crossing Stanley was asking for trouble. With regular folks, playing dirty might work. Not with Stanley. The man had a hundred ways to make him live a living hell.