"Get rid of this trash, and I'm in!"
James jerked up immediately and shouted back in a shrill voice,
"Trash?! Look at yourself! A bunch of pussies—all you know is how to beat women and children!"
A single spark was all that it took to ignite the tense atmosphere in the room. Just like Vargas warned Tristan before, these gangsters knew and hated each other for a long while.
"Oh, yeah!" Damien pumped his fist in the air. "Fight, fight, fight! Cull down that junkie, boy-soldier!"
"I will! That will show him whom I can and can't beat!"
Vargas sneered.
"These three are ballast and really shouldn't be here. Can't you see it now, Mr. Hayes? I'd do much better with only me," he said to Tristan, although he pointedly looked at the fighting gangsters as he spoke.
"Cull down?! Never! You will never get me! This was a ploy, I knew it! A trrrrap!"
