CHAPTER 58
my back, labelled as a chicken and weakling in the mafia world and finally disowned by my family which will give a free pathway to be hunted down by my competitors whom I had beaten or been compared to in the past and killed. Any slack in the mafia world, and it's off with your head. Years went by and the training only got worse. Unfortunately,the old man passed away few months ago. He had lived passed his time anyways. At his funeral, I watched as my relatives and mother cried her eyes out with my father comforting her, but I couldn't bring myself to tears. I regarded him one more time and turned to leave. That's what he had taught me, to be ruthless. As I turned to leave, rumors started spreading around my relatives about my rutlessness and stone cold heart. A few days later, the ta
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