Everybody's head was lowered. They knew he was the mafia of the underworld. The only reason why he could not get his hands to the neck of the organisation was because he was figuring out their origin. Once he finds that, it won't take him much time to finish them after drafting a proper strategy, in which he was a master. Even though the young people inside were not that experienced and familiar with the way Aaric worked, but their ancestors and the old members inside were very familiar. Not only with the merciless and ruthlessness of Aaric but also his grandfather who had trained him. Infant that grandson was much more ruthless than his grandfather.
"Should we go now and talk to them?" After a long silence one of them suggested.
"Will they even allow us to enter?"
"I propose another idea…" The old man stood up with the help of his cane and said.
