I was in my dungeon, watching the biggest criminal before me with an amused look. The piercing green-eyed man in a plague doctor's mask.
In his usual form to assert his power. Wearing his gray waistcoat and black shirt with roughly rolled sleeves. His shoes and forearm were stained in blood.
"Motherfucker!"
Wearing gloves, he was holding an iron rod, hitting the man on his knees until he was no longer conscious, taking his depths of fury on him.
"Not so f*****g funny now is it when it's you?" Scowling, his shoes were deep in blood flowing out of the unconscious man.
Knitting my brows, I indulged in my cigar. Allowing him to hollow his mind before opening my mouth. His two most important people were watching their boss closely.
The deadliest of the underworld.
"For ho
