Chapter 235: Tripped by Oneself_1

"Softshell turtle grandkid?"

Upon hearing Pierce Ridge's nickname for him, his face instantly darkened, "Buddy, which gang are you from?"

"Ha! Really impressive!"

Pierce Ridge sized up the group of men, speaking with disdain, "You guys are something, trying to squeeze money out of my old man! Say my name and you'll probably pee your pants in fright!"

His boss was Uriah Cook, the big shot of Gonzalez City's North District.

Having followed Aron Jackson for a while, his position was rather high. Previously, the area was under the control of the Three Blade Group, but recently, for some unknown reason, the group had collectively pulled out, and many of the bars and entertainment venues had been rapidly snapped up by Aron Jackson.

And with Uriah Cook, Pierce Ridge's fortunes soared as well.

"Ha-ha! Guys, I haven't wet my pants since I was ten years old! Anyone want to see that today?"

The man, as if hearing some funny joke, laughed loudly with the others around him.