MARCUS
Inayos ‘ko muna ang dapat tapusin bago umalis sa siyudad. Dumaan muna ako sa base ng Mafia at tinignan ang business.
They bow their head and giving me some greetings. I am just nodding in hurry.
“Boss!” Wika ng isang empleyado ng tumigil ako sa harapan nito.
“How’s the gun?” Hinawakan ‘ko ang aking mga baril. Damn. This one is really hard to get and produce. Surely, I will satisfy my buyers.
Of course. I satisfied all my customers. I have a nice quality of guns, different weapons, and variety of drugs. I sell girls for entertainment before too. But I stopped it, for no reason at all.
Even I am not nice and getting someone killed on transactions, I am still making a million or billions. I am making a wicked name under the illegal business. Ane I think, that’s very nice.
