You are just a talking trash

Larry frowned as he looked towards the source of the voice, wondering who the hell was it that had the mind to call his father's names.

Soon, Ramon and one other man came into view making Larry frown. He recognized the second man, but then he didn't know who Ramon was. Well, then it was normal for him not to know who Ramon was.

"I'd suppose you've got some nerves to talk to me anyhow these days, Jeffrey?" Larry frowned as he turned to the man beside Ramon.

"Tell this idiot of a man beside you who I am, or else I'm afraid I'll not listen to his pleas later."

"Well, I'd suppose you are Larry Anderson? Aren't you?" Ramon chuckled even before Jeffrey who was by his side could say anything.

"Since you know who I am, I'd suppose you should have known not to talk trash." Larry smiled.

"I'd suppose you're even more stupid than I thought, it seems like you don't know what you're in." Harrison chuckled.

"Well, that's not the case," Larry shrugged.

"Beat him up."

Even before the guards could res