The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 596 The Roar



Suddenly, a stern voice rang out, "Stop eating, all of you!"

A group of tough-looking guys sporting black tank tops with large tattoos of panthers swaggered into the restaurant. The one in charge was Head Clark, a minor boss of The Roar, which controlled the streets in this part of town.

The Roar was not to be underestimated; it held sway over Washington's underworld, and its backing came from the city's number one family, the Perkins. The Roar was managed by Julian Taylor, the deputy leader of the Dragon Team.

Seeing Head and his crew, Piper Collins, the restaurant's silver-haired proprietress, scurried over to them. "Head, what's this all about? I just paid the protection fee a couple of days ago. Why are you back already?"

"Two days ago was just that two days ago. Today, I'm here for today's dues. With how well your place is doing, thanks to my protection, who knows how much trouble you'd be in without me? Your restaurant wouldn't last a day. For today, let's just say you owe a modest sum of a hundred thousand dollars."

"Head, this restaurant is a small operation. I don't make that much in a year! Plus, you already took a hundred thousand from me two days ago; I can't possibly come up with that much again," lamented Piper.

Head was fully aware of Piper's son's worsening cancer condition needing expensive treatments. He wasn't expecting to leave with cash today but planned to make her sign an IOU instead.

Piper's beautiful daughter, Aurora

family's restaurant will be just fine as long as they don't

nove

need every

of Piper's daughter, Aurora. He hadn't realized Piper had such a beautiful girl. Aurora had just graduated from college and

was inflicted with cancer and that Piper was out of money, his visit today was motivated by other reasons. As the daughter of a woman falling prey to these extortion tactics, Aurora's appearance had

Chapter 596 The Roar



stern voice rang out, "Stop eating, all of

of tough-looking guys sporting black tank tops with large tattoos of panthers swaggered into the restaurant. The one in charge was

Washington's underworld, and its backing came from the city's number one family, the Perkins. The Roar was

"Head, what's this all about?

that two days ago. Today, I'm here for today's dues. With how well your place is doing, thanks to my protection, who knows how much trouble you'd be in without me? Your restaurant wouldn't last a day. For today, let's just say you owe a modest sum of

much in a year! Plus, you already took

He wasn't expecting to leave with cash today but planned to