Barry changed his clothes before entering Isaac and Connor's private room. He had never dreamed that he would be sitting at the same table as the top dog in Southland and having dinner with him. Not only that, Connor's wife and son were here as well.
In the other room, Old Brooks was still on the ground, body trembling.
"Mr. Brooks, he's gone now. You can stand up, can't you? Who's that punk, anyway? He seems so haughty," Old Brooks' cousin from Seascape asked in displeasure.
At the same time, the supposedly influential men in the room felt their legs shaking from fear. They surrounded Andrew.
"Mr. Booth, hurry. Quick, call your uncle to come and save us. T-Things are getting serious." The bald man scrabbled at Andrew, his voice tearful.
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