Finley bit his lips until fresh blood trickled out. His flesh was torn a bit, but the boy didn't even feel the pain on his lips.
He gripped his dad's arm tightly and hurriedly spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Dad, I beg you. Send the Walter Family main troops to the Sloan Family. We have to help them! Hurry!"
Finley was willing to start a full-scale war between Walter and the Aretha Family.
The young man wasn't rash or an idiot, and he had experienced many wars in his past life, but when he knew about the Sloan Family getting attacked, his brain stopped working.
All he knew was to send help to kill all the Aretha bastards!
Finley looked at his dad with a begging look, thinking that his dad would abide with his plea . However, Evan shook his head.
Unlike his son who had bloodshot eyes, the middle-aged man's eyes remained calm and steady.
He looked at Finley with a deep gaze and softly spoke.
