"Godsdamned Zhen Clan child knocking out my teeth! All I took was a lousy hippo calf...that was worth a lot of money, but still...," Victor grumbled as he made his way through the city's backstreets, "if I ever see that kid again, I'll fucking bite his neck open!"
Please note that while Victor was talking tough shit at this moment, if he had learned the Zhen Clan had arrived in town that morning, he would have run straight into the desert for two weeks without stopping.
He had arrived to Pearl Tusk Harbor about a day prior to the Zhen Clan's arrival, and had been more or less been regathering his lost nerves and double checking the schedule for the black market and who'd be buying or selling there.
Victor might have been injured, but money was money and he needed it, especially now.
"Stupid missing teeth, gimping my ability to take stuff...," Victor grumbled for the hundredth time today alone.
