"That guy," Zuri said, as she pointed her finger at a guy, who sat on top of a drum, talking to two of his friends. Tattoos adorned his skin, especially his chest. Since he didn't wear any shirt, it was so clear to see.
This was a slum area in this country, where hundreds of rebellious teenagers gathered around, thinking it was cool to be involved in this kind of gang on their own, scaring many people and creating chaos.
Even though those teenagers were only pawns of other bigger shots that wanted something from them, by providing them with weapons and drugs.
"Stay here," Chaos said, as he walked toward the guy that Zuri had pointed out.
"Chaos." Zuri pulled his sleeve to stop him from leaving and made him turn around to face her again with a questioning look. "Make it fast," she said.
