"Forget about the Hughes Family," Jack Brooks said, his voice calm and steady against the howling wind of the bridge. He stood with the relaxed posture of a man waiting for a bus, not one surrounded by armed killers.
"Even if you added the Lacy Family and DragonGate Corp together... in front of me, they are nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs. They crumble at a touch."
The words hung in the air, absurd and heavy. He spoke of destroying three of the most powerful, untouchable dynasties in the province as if he were discussing slaughtering a chicken for dinner.
One man is enough. Clay chickens and pottery dogs.
The thugs stood frozen for a second, their brains struggling to process the sheer audacity of the statement. The silence stretched, filled only by the rush of the riv
