In New York, an underground billiard hall.
"Mr. Paisley."
Lamont walked in and shouted.
"Why are you here?"
The person who spoke was very rough and bare-chested. There were more than a dozen shocking scars on his back and chest.
He threw away the cue and watched Lamont walk over.
His name was Marvin Paisley.
In New York's underworld, Marvin had more than five hundred people under him, which was equivalent to the third son of the Arrow family, Malik, so he was called "Mr. Paisley" in the underworld.
"Mr. Paisley, I have a favor to ask."
"Tell me about it."
Lamont sat down and smiled, "Mr. Paisley, I want to ask you to help me teach two people a lesson."
Marvin glanced sideways and spat out smoke.
"With the Almond family's support, do you need me to help you?"
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