Liam Stone waved his hands. One of his men who was carrying a steel rod behind him spoke. "Boss, there was once someone who came to our boxing gym with a streak of ten consecutive wins. He thought he had earned a huge sum of money, but he didn't understand one basic principle. That principle was, it's difficult to use two hands to defeat four hands. That so-called victor could not handle all of us and got beaten to a pulp. He knew then how 'awesome' he really was!"
"You heard that? I admit, you’re pretty skilled to be able to force Dario Moore to retreat. You're also pretty great since you could make Tyson Woods stand behind you." Liam snickered coldly. "Problem is, you’re both on my turf now. Is this the time to act cocky?"
Harvey York couldn’t be bothered to beat around the bush and asked directly, "I heard that you're backing the Brooke family and are making life difficult for us?"
Liam furrowed his brows. He chuckled, "Brother, do you need to start a big war just for the sake of two crippled underlings? Quick, bring the money out. Let's give them the payment for their medical fees."
"Yes, Boss!" One of his underlings brought out two suitcases of money and opened them in front of Liam.
Liam casually fingered the stacks of cash inside. He grabbed a few stacks and tossed them out. The

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