This crime is enough to make Larkin a stain on Minneapolis, and even his father Locke can't stand up to help him.

"Hey, from now on, I'm afraid you're going to be a dog with its tail between its legs."

Ross smiled, and Larkin looked at him. He should have arranged this today, and Ross should have understood what he meant.

Shook his head, indicating that it had nothing to do with him. Larkin didn't believe it, but recalling Louise's actions today, he felt that it had nothing to do with them.

"You see, this cowardly guy, already scared to say a word, why didn't he look like a dog...