At the center of it all sat Yosef Arnold in a wheelchair, his knee in a wooden brace and bandaged up. He looked frail, clearly having endured a lot of pain.
All around, the staff of Silver Fork huddled in corners, their faces filled with fear, not daring to step into the sight of Yosef’s gang.
The floor was littered with broken dishes and smashed furniture, evidence of a recent violent altercation.
"Ethan, you finally decided to show up." Yosef said, tapping a metal rod against the surrounding furniture: "I thought you were going to hide forever."
Ethan frowned: "What do you want? Are you tired of living?"
Yosef sneered: "You’re mistaken. It’s you whose days are numbered. After what you pulled last time, Joaquin Arnold, the assistant manager of the boxing gym, is furious. And when the
