Then, he went to look for his boss.

In a room of an underground gambling den in North Cansington, Dylan bowed and spoke respectfully, “Bryson, this is a great opportunity to make money. I found out that the guy who beat my men up is called James. He’s from Cansington and is here to celebrate the birthday of a Hill. The Hills have assets totaling a few billion.”

A forty-year-old-looking man sat on the sofa.

His name was Bryson Caiazzo.

He owned a few bars, KTV, and gambling dens. He was a