Panda unbuttoned his leather coat, the food inspector wincing as she saw his
shotgun. “This is where you scarper, love,” he said. “I don’t care what you
food people do elsewhere in the Smoke, but tell your guv’nor not to send any
more of you lot down here. Blokes will go in The River, women will get their
heads shaved. And I’ll personally track down your guv’nor and pull the trigger
on what his wife values dearly.”
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