Yvette Larson wanted to get up, but her husband stopped her. In the end, she sat back down.

"I'll fight it out with you since you dare to step on my son!" Karen James was an unreasonable person to begin with. Now that someone was stepping on her son, she rushed forward without any thought.

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But another muscular man gently pushed her back into her seat.

Everyone froze.

"Boss, what did my son do? How did he offend you guys?" Larry Shaw was still sober and not drunk. As such, he stood up, wanting to learn about what had happened.

The bald man slammed a wallet onto the table. "Your son stole my wallet. How do you think I should handle this?"

"My son stole your wallet?" Larry Shaw was dumbfounded.

"Dad, don't listen to their nonsense. I was in the toilet, and the wallet was on the basin. Finders keepers, so I took it. But now, they're saying that I stole it!"

The bald man chuckled. He opened the wallet in front of everyone and took out the identity card in it. "Look, isn't this me? I just placed my wallet on the basin for a moment while I was using the toilet, but your son stole it!"

Larry Shaw had wanted to defend his son, but with hard evidence in front of him, there was nothing else he could say. "That… Boss, it's true that my son was wrong, but you said that you know the Larson family. We're from the Larson family! We'll apologize to you. Why don't you sit down and have a meal with us? Let's put this behind us. What do you think about that?"

The bald man sneered.

All his subordinates followed suit. They all stared at Larry Shaw as though he was a fool.

"Put this behind us? And you even dare to mention the Larson family? Why don't you ask Quince Larson whether he dares to say such a thing to me!"

'The Larson family is no more than a second-tier family in San Francisco.'

Finn Taylor had already recognized the bald man—Baldie Lowe from the Lowe family. Although it wasn't a top-tier family, the Lowe family was still more renowned and powerful than the Larson family.

"I won't beat around the bush. I had 30,000 dollars in this wallet, so either you pay me 30,000, or I'll chop off this thief's fingers for stealing my money."

Larry Shaw was stunned, and he repeatedly glanced at his niece, hoping that she would speak up for his family.

"30,000? Why don't you go rob a bank? Oh, I understand now. You put your wallet there on purpose to bait someone, didn't you? Besides, who are you to say that my son is a thief? Perhaps my son was just being helpful and was trying to find the wallet's owner. I think you should even give my son a reward!" As expected, Karen James was an unreasonable person who went knocking on death's door.

How else could she dare to say such a thing to Baldie Lowe when things had already progressed to this stage?

"Good, good. Reward? Sam. Here—my reward."

Baldie Lowe took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff as he ordered his subordinate, Sam, with what seemed like a smile.

Sam immediately dragged Weston Shaw up from the floor. Then, he threw a few vicious punches on the latter's stomach until he started vomiting uncontrollably.

"You…" Karen James looked at her sister. "Sister, this is your nephew! Are you really not going to care about him?"

Linda James's face was ghostly pale. She was scared stiff and couldn't even mutter a word.

"Yvette, aren't you going to say something?" Seeing that her sister wasn't going to do anything, Karen James quickly roared at her niece. She had completely forgotten about the conflict they had had just moments earlier.

"A life for a life. You have to pay for what you owe." Before Yvette Larson could say anything, Finn Taylor spoke up.

After that, he stood up and walked up to Baldie Lowe. He reached out and pinched the cigarette with two fingers, extinguishing the flame. "My wife doesn't like others smoking in front of her."

Yvette Larson was stunned.

To be honest, she had no intention of interfering in this matter. After all, it was Weston Shaw who was at fault. However, it was also true that her cousin was broke.

She was hoping that the matter would pass once Baldie Lowe beat Weston Shaw to a pulp, and that was also why she had remained silent this whole time.

She never in a million years had expected her husband to butt in, and it was all because she didn't like the smell of cigarette smoke!

Yvette Larson didn't know whether to feel moved or to scold her husband for being a fool. 'It's true that I'm sensitive to the smell of cigarette smoke, and that's why Finn has to go out of the house to smoke every time.'

"Brother, you can go out and have a chat with him if you have a grievance with him. Our family has nothing to do with him, but I'll have to step in if you insist on smoking here."

Finn Taylor leaned one hand against the table and the other on Baldie Lowe's chair.

He bent over to face Baldie Lowe, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Baldie Lowe was terribly pissed. 'It has been a long while since I've been threatened like this.'

"How bold. What's your name?" Baldie Lowe was curious as to who the other was to dare to speak to him in this manner.

"Finn Taylor."

At the mention of these two words, the entire room fell silent. Then, there was a cacophony of laughter.

Baldie Lowe couldn't believe his ears. He had even wanted Sam to do something to this man. 'Who's this to dare to provoke me? It's Finn Taylor of all people!'

"Oh, oh. Right, I remember. Yvette Larson. Right, you're Finn Taylor. Come take a look, everyone; he's a celebrity in San Francisco." Baldie Lowe pointed at Finn Taylor and said to his subordinates, "Take a good look. He's even more famous than your Brother Baldie in San Francisco. He's the useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family, Finn Taylor."

In an instant, all the muscular men in the room were bent over in laughter.

Finn Taylor shrugged indifferently. "If you have nothing else, you can bring him out. Of course, those are his parents. If you want to bring them along too, you're welcome to do so. However, this is our room. Don't blame me for getting rough if you don't leave."

Pfft!

Baldie Lowe chuckled.

His subordinates followed suit. They all looked at Finn Taylor as though they were looking at a joke.

"How bold of you to say that you'll get rough with us. Come on; let's see what you've got."

Just then, Weston Shaw took advantage of Sam being distracted to wiggle out of his grip and stand up. After that, he bowed before Baldie Lowe. "Brother, I was wrong. Brother, since this guy has a death wish, I'll help you teach a lesson. Will you let me off?"

With that, Weston Shaw threw a punch toward Finn Taylor.

"Interesting, how interesting. Fine, hit him. Beat him up, and I'll let you off."

'How shameless can Weston Shaw get? He was the cause of this entire mess. Not only did he not try to settle the matter with Baldie Lowe, but he's even trying to help Baldie Lowe beat Finn Taylor up!'