“The Docks are my own personal kingdom,” he played into the joke with a shrug. “Which means you’ve crossed into my territory, Butcher. What do you say, want to bend the knee?” “Sure,” Berga surprised him by saying, until he pointed at Muse and added in an even tone, “As long as I can cut that guy’s off. He’s a Craz, correct? Some pieces of their body have toxic properties when ground up and added to—” “Bro,” Muse straightened from his task of drying up the water left over from the mop, “I’m literally within hearing range. I can hear you.”
