Catty walked out of a room and arrived at a large hall-shaped building. She was standing on the edge of the second floor looking down where there were over a thousand people who had gathered there since three hours ago.
Next to Catty, Steve glanced at them. According to his rough eye observations, those thousand plus people had the ability not even befitting to face David. This time, however, they weren't planning on going against David using individual quality, but quantity.
One of those who looked up from the crowd of armed mobsters shouted. "Hey stinky bitch, if you don't say a good reason to gather us here and make us all wait for three hours, even though your reputation is quite feared in the Underworld, don't think you can escape the bullet rains of a thousand and more people!"
__Who the hell is that?__
__Did he forget to bring his brain and leave it at home?__
__Does he not know who he's talking to?__
