Living in a world where the strong preys on the weak, he no longer has compassion. His heart died a very long time ago and being emotional can only get him killed.
If he wants something, he will grab it and take it and if he gets tired of it then he will get rid of it. He was currently the nth leader of a ferocious g**g that makes people tremble when they hear its name.
They were into human trafficking, p**********n, drugs, and any other things that anyone can think of. His group was in charge of p**********n and it was one of the many groups.
He had never seen some higher-ups before as the only ones he can see were his immediate superiors. He only knew that the g**g was very big, it was more of an organization and not just a mere g**g. And he prided in belonging to something like this.
