Having been beaten up by Finn Taylor, Weston Shaw was indignant. As such, he wanted to teach the other and his wife a lesson.
Because he liked to gamble, he had gotten to know Diego, who told him that he knew a gangster boss.
In a slightly dim pool hall.
There were only four pool tables in the entire hall. About seven to eight people were dispersed around the hall, playing pool.
Because a few of them had cigarettes in their mouths, thick smoke clouded the room.
As Diego brought Weston Shaw in, the latter couldn't help but cough.
"Brother Dan, this is my brother, Weston Shaw. He would like to ask a favor of you."
The person called Brother Dan was a well-built man of about 180 pounds. He peered at Weston Shaw, and that gaze frightened the latter so much that he fell to the ground.
"I can do that, but my subordinates need to be paid. Look…" With that, he made a gesture with his hands, asking for money.
