The Judge with the Red Beard

“Hey, brother!” A thin man wearing a gold mask approached Alpha Devon and tapped his shoulder. “A different girl?” The man’s sharp eyes scanned me up and down from behind the mask. “She is my girl.” Alpha Devon put his arm around my waist and deliberately blocked the man’s view of me. “She looks hot,” the man said. “Duke, do you want to taste my fist?” Alpha Devon grabbed the man’s collar with one hand. “Hey! Calm down,” Duke said, raising his hands. “It’s just a joke.” Alpha Devon let go, and Duke adjusted his collar. Just as Alpha Devon was about to leave with me, Duke stopped him. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Alpha Devon asked impatiently. “Brother, I don’t want to fight with you,” Duke said, approaching Alpha Devon. “There’s a business I think you should be interested in.” “What business?” Alpha Devon asked. Then I saw Duke whisper something in Alpha Devon’s ear, and Alpha Devon listened with a thoughtful expression. “Do you want us to talk alone in a private place?” Duke asked,