“It’s me...” Dustin stepped forward.
The well-dressed, portly man gave him a look over and asked, “Do you understand the rules in here yet?”
“What rules?” Dustin asked.
“Everyone needs to get a beating when they first arrive. Naturally, I’m the one who determines how heavy the beating will be. Got it?” The well-dressed, portly man made a point to tap his baton.
“So, you want money?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.
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