The sound of gunfire cracked through the quiet night like thunder.
Leon didn’t flinch.
He stood tall in the middle of the warehouse floor, dressed in his usual black shirt and slacks, unfazed as his men dragged two rival gangsters in front of him. One was bleeding from the leg, the other trembling as if the devil himself stood before him.
He wasn’t wrong.
Leon’s presence had become infamous in the underworld. In just six months, he had dismantled two crime families, taken over a failing logistics empire, and reestablished his father's influence—without ever firing a gun himself.
“Tell me again,” Leon said coolly, stepping over the blood-soaked floor. “Whose product did you intercept?”
“N-Not yours! I swear! We thought it was Victor Chen’s—”
A kick from Blade, Leon’s loyal enforcer,
