Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190420230658

"Look around." The gangster lifted his chin at the suited men around the room, unruffled by Shanks snarl. He was very big, muscles swollen by steroids. "Who do you think they work for? Who do you think everyone in this city works for?  The harbourmen who work near where you landed?  Bosu No-Kiba wants a word.  You will follow me."