Chapter 474 Let's Work Something Out

• "C-Cousin, I didn't mean to—" the chubby, acne-faced reporter stammered, holding his cheek with both fear and embarrassment written all over him.
• Before he could get another word out, Kemp stepped in and drove a solid kick right into his gut, sending him crashing to the ground.
• "Don't call me 'Cousin!' I don't know you," Kemp snapped. "Only a brain-dead idiot would stir up trouble and get Mr. Carpenter on my ass.