"You fucking looking for death?" An angry curse rang out, and Finn Lewis followed the sound to see a young man in his twenties appear in his sight. With his greasy, finely-made up appearance, and the bags under his eyes, it was clear what kind of person he was without even thinking.
"Watch your mouth, this purse wasn't stolen by this young girl, she found it and thought it might be mine, so she called out to me, intending to return it to me," Finn Lewis said coldly.
"Oh, we have someone who can't stand injustice and draws his sword to help, do you know whose turf this is, in Liberty City?" The young master immediately raised his eyebrows, speaking with sarcasm.
Upon hearing this, Finn Lewis couldn't help but want to laugh and asked, "And next, are you going to tell me who your dad is?"