He climbed out the window, carefully descending the vines and drainpipe. Once he reached the ground, his pounding heart finally began to calm down. Dusting himself off and lowering his hat brim, he headed toward the gate. Outside, many people and cars were gathered, their expressions a mix of anxiety, hatred, and uncertainty about the future. Gador had been a successful leader, but not a suitable head, which was why the gang was now in such disarray.
His departure went unnoticed. With the boss dead, everyone was too preoccupied with their own thoughts and actions to care about what anyone else was doing, which explained the bickering and divisions.
