The next day, Silver Bee quarters shook when an explosive news was released.
Don. Mandigo, the leader of the Purple Scythe gang was killed by an enemy gang. This was massive news!
For three years straight, the Purple Scythe gang ruled as kings of the neighbourhood underworld. Their influence was so strong that the police could do nothing about them.
As such, citizens were advised to stay indoors lest they were caught in the fray of a gang war.
Spring Bar and Cuisine was a favourite spot in Silver Bee quarters. Not only did they dabble in the business of liquor, their grilled meat, barbecue and sauce were quite the appetizers.
Currently, it was approaching noon. More than half of the tables in the bar were occupied.
Vroom!
A suzuki came to an halt, ridden by two men in helmet.
Unstrapping themselves, they were revealed to be Drew and Boss Jay.
"Are their dishes really that amazing?" Drew asked skeptically as he observed the huge bar.
He had been helping Boss Jay re establish his gang. His plan was to build enough power, dominating both the business world and crime world.
Drew's aspirations were quite well. Thankfully, he had the system to guarantee these.
After Boss Jay's defeat three years, many of his gang members went into hiding.
"Grand Patriarch. Since i said it is good, it means i have already tested it" Boss Jay opened the door.
Locating an empty table, the duo sat down. Waving his hand, Boss Jay signaled to one of the bar boys.
"What are your orders?" the bar boy beamed like he just won a lottery.
"Judging from their clothes, they must be rich" he deduced in his mind.
If he served them well to their satisfaction, he would be able to pocket some tips.
"What are your orders?"
Since Boss Jay was a former customer in the past, he did the talking. Few minutes later, the bar boy left with their orders.
Just at that moment, a buffy man with his neck riddled with tattoo swaggered in.
Behind him were seven others, dressed like thugs. The buffy man scanned the whole bar before his eyes fell on Drew's table.
His lips curved into a smirk.
"So after we make you gain a foothold in West Wing, the next step would be increasing your strength. My aspirations isn't limited to just Delta City" Drew said to Boss Jay.
"Grand Patriarch.." Boss Jay smiled wryly.
"Increasing my strength isn't that easy. Unless i consume those precious herbs, i am likely to remain stuck in this level. My whole talent has been already sapped dry"
'Precious herb? No matter how expensive they are, i will buy them!'
Just as Drew wanted to reply with these words, a hand suddenly slapped their desk.
"Huh?" frowning, Drew glared at the buffy man.
"What is it?"
"Hmph! Brat, before i open my eyes, i want you and your friend tot vacate the table!" the buffy man said domineeringly.
Boss Jay wanted to lash at him, however Drew swiftly held him down.
"Don't act rashly" he warnt.
Julian's warnings were still fresh in his memory.
"And who are you?" he turned towards the buffy man.
"Me? i am the one the whole neighbourhood keeps talking about. I am Couldrey, the one who single handedly killed Mandigo" the buffy man snickered, his nose pointing up to the sky in a haughty manner.
When those in the bar heard this words, they exploded into fervent discussion.
"So he's the new god of war?"
"I heard autopsy reports claim that Mandigo died after his head got smacked into mush"
"Yeah. This guy looks capable. Look at those muscles!"
Couldrey cocked his head as he got showered with praises. One of his lackeys barked at Drew and Boss Jay when he noticed they didn't bother moving an inch.
"What the fvck are you both still sitting there for huh?"
"Waiting for lunch" Drew didn't bother checking Couldrey's power level since it would just be a waste of time.
Only weaklings rode on the prestige of others.
"You! didn't you hear Don. Couldrey?! he said scram!"
At that moment, the bar boy happily skipped to Drew's table with their orders. Unaware of the tensed situation, he placed it on the table.
"Ah! food is ready'" Drew picked up his fork and began digging in.
He had to admit that the food quality wasn't exaggerated one bit.
Watching Drew casually eating in the face of his threats, Couldry's face went sullen.
"Beat this bastard up!" the ten plus lackeys behind him unsheathed their daggers, charging towards Theo.
Their eyes flashed with ruthlessness. Obviously, they had no intention to leave him with some light punishment.
Drew htufed and flickered the fork in his grip.
Weng!
It whipped against the gangster's chest, sending him colliding against another of his comrades.
Picking up some broken pieces of fish bones, he hurled them towards the approaching gangsters, like a ninja throwing darts.
Screaming, the gangsters fell on their knees, looking like a porcupine.
"You!" cold sweat ran down the back of Couldry's shirt.
All what he wanted to do was extort some money while lying about his identity.
Who would've known that his sinister plot would turn back to bite him.
Drew got up and walked slowly towards Couldry, who couldn't even muster the strength to run.
"Do you know who i am then?" he grinned.
However, Couldry only felt shivers from the smile.
He tried his best to stutter a reply.
"N-No!"
"I am the person you are posing to be!"
Meanwhile..
Inside a luxurious living room, a man with a vikin-style beards stood subserviently before Norman, who had an unsightly look.
"How could my father die? i don't believe you!" Norman shook his head vehemently.
Just a few minutes ago, he was playing video games when his father's third in command suddenly visited, bearing news that his father was dead.
"Who did it?! which fucking gang touched my old man?!" Norman howled like an injured wolf.
"It wasn't a gang, but the man you reported to your father" Francis replied.
"The man?" Norman was momentarily stunned.
However, his impulsiveness won over his sense of reasoning.
"I don't care. For daring to touch my father, he deserves a million death. We are going to declare a gang war against him!"
Norman fumed. Coupled with his bandaged face, he looked just like a mummie.
"Gang war? that can be arranged" Francis smiled strangely, whipping out a revolver and pointing it at Norman's head.
"What are you doing?!" the latter panicked.
"What do you think i'm doing?" Francis snorted coldly.
"P-Please spare me!" Norman fell to the ground and began begging.
At this point, he had no regard for dignity. All he wanted was to survive.
"In respect to the bonds we shared in the past, i can give you a shot of survival. However, there is a price you must pay"
"Tell me!"
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MINUTES LATER
Francis grinned widely as he viewed the documents before him, which had fresh signature on them.
"So at this moment, all your father's assets and business deals belongs to me now, right?"
Norman nodded meekly.
"I have done what you wanted. Can you let me go now?"
Francis laughed.
"Sure. Greet your dad for me"
Francis emptied the whole magazine on Norman's body.