In a downtown club, a guy in a white formal floral shirt lounged on a bright red sofa.
Tufts of chest hair spilled out from his open collar, looking somewhat disgusting, like a savage not fully evolved.
On the low coffee table in front of him were some empty liquor bottles, cigarettes, cigars, and even some dried Maple Butterfly Grass.
Sitting beside him were a few others, their faces still bearing the unhealthy flush left by excitement.
He smacked his lips, "You all better be careful these days. The Boss said last night that we might be going to war with the Lance family."
He was a senior official in the Keane family; he wasn't originally part of it but a leader of a small gang.
At first, he had some conflicts with the Keane family, and they fought twice, but of course, he was crushed both times.
Fegar appreciated him, so he annexed the small gang and made him one of the senior officials.
