They started off as a small group of bandits until they stumbled upon this secretive holy land, currently occupied by their leader. No one knew what lay in the heart of this land as their leader, a person who can command nature, kept it all to himself.
No one dared to oppose this gang leader because as far as they were concerned, his prowess was unfathomable. He could shatter rocks and steel with his bare hands, he could run faster than a car or a motorbike, and he could even spit air strong enough to outperform bullets.
In their eyes, he was a god.
This god in their gang allowed them to control the flow of resources and tax on a large plot of land in the wastelands. Vultures who wanted to operate in their zone, under their protection from the various mayors of the surrounding towns, had to pay tribute to the Li'zans.
