When the five gangsters heard the familiar voice, their eyes darted to the figure behind Jett.
It was a towering man with shoulders as broad as boulders. A jagged knife scar ran just beneath his piercing, coal-black eyes, giving him a permanent glare.
His skin was weathered, like cracked leather, and his jawline was sharp, shadowed by a day-old stubble.
His hair, thick and unkempt, fell to his neck. A broken nose and a faint burn mark across his cheek added to his menacing aura.
He wore a long, dark coat that swayed like a shadow with heavy boots that thudded against the ground with every step.
The gangsters' eyes lit up in surprise before they hurried to his side.
The gang leader bowed to him slightly as he reported, "Big boss, there's this rascal here being so condescending."
"It's nothing you have to worry about, I'll make sure to teach him a lesson so he doesn't dare to step foot in Darki ever again!"
