In the lawn of a mansion, a stout middle-aged man stood in front of dozens of men and women dressed in red and black clothes. Their
Each of them auras that could've killed any normal resident.
Their killing intent was worse. It could scare away their peers into fleeing.
Cosa Brotherhood. Just like the shark tattoo on their cheeks, they ripped apart anyone and anyone in their paths.
Their current path needed not killing, but kidnapping.
"This is the last mission. Things will go well and we'll buy the Siloy Potion." Barbaroza addressed the senior members of Cosa brotherhood.
"As expected of leader. If not for your vision, this would've been impossible." His confidante praised him, setting a precedent.
"Yes. If boss isn't here to protect us, the Viper gang won't let us live. They're too overbearing." Another loyal supporter said.
His words caused the the expressions of others to change drastically.
