Wet, open wounds were still visible on the faces of the two men. They knelt on the hard floor even though it hurt their knees. They did not know how long they had been kneeling like this, but for sure, they just got out of the hospital yesterday, so it dearly tortured them now.
Out of the two, the one whose face was still the most ruined was a dark-skinned man who had the incredibly tall build of a professional basketball player. He took a lot of beating in his face during the last war. Beside him, his best friend was also kneeling with a cast on one of his broken arms.
They were Pablo Diablo and Creed Johnson, the leader and co-leader of a large and powerful group that owned a night money mine named Jen Marrie Street. The two of them were kneeling in fear in front of someone who had brought them this far and this deep. He was the owner of the Black Hole group, the snakehead that the heroes were looking for.
