"Yo! It's Baker Master Davis! I was wondering who it was!"
A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, with a touch of roguishness.
"I say, Baker Master Davis, aren't you in the provincial capital? How come you had time to return? What can I do for you?"
Ryan Davis said, "Nathan, I've run into some trouble and I want to ask for your help. Don't worry, once the matter is resolved, I'll reward you handsomely."
Nathan laughed heartily, "Ah, Baker Master Davis, you're being too polite! Tell me, what trouble? In Oakfield County, there's nothing I can't handle."
Ryan Davis said, "I want to deal with someone, a romantic rival."
"Yo! Someone like you, Baker Master Davis, actually has a romantic rival!" Nathan laughed, "By the way, it's not some big shot, is it?"
"No, just a lucky pretty boy. I'll send you the address later. Bring some men over as soon as you can. When we're out, you deal with him. You've got to ruin his reputation."
