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