"Okay, then as of today, I subordinate the entire Soldat clan to Hells Eden. I will grant you all that you need in exchange for your loyalty and service."
The four at my side flinched but soon recovered. I knew they had questions, but this step was instrumental. Just as McDonald's spread worldwide, geography matters in any effort.
And now that I have established that I needed to reinforce not just my own domain, I needed soldiers. Those unafraid of suffering. Those who were willing to get the job done. Using Africa as my guinea pig, I will now raise an army, a Reaper army, to do my will.
"Thank you so much, Successor. I will do my best to ..."
"No," I objected with a strong tone.
Zanele looked at me in surprise at my sudden outburst. Not intending to delay any longer, I continued.
"You will do what is required, or you will die trying. There is no other alternative. Not for you at least."
