“You will not get away with th..!

” shouted the man whose mouth was being stuffed with a dirty rug.
One would wonder whether it was the stench from the dried car grease from the rag that made the
man who has held in captivity to cry or the fact that he was not going to make it past that night.

Putting down the drag, the man who could best be described as the personification of death,
opened his mouth, “I wish that we could have sorted things out.. I really do! So please, no hard
feelings, okay? This is all strictly business. Okay, maybe it’s a little personal. You should not have
messed with me though. This is on you. I don’t want unnecessary blood in my hands.”

“Mff…Mmm..” miffed the man, as his eyes let out the apology that his mouth had missed out for the
past few months. But the leader of the most notorious gang to prowl on the streets was not
interested in an apology anymore. He knew that someone had to be made an example of. A false
sense of promise and a little fear would attract more respect than being nice to your enemies.

The don continued, “You see… I am not really a nice guy. To be honest, if it weren’t for my family, I
would probably be a murderous psychopath with a gun and a few goons. Then again, maybe I am a
murderous psychopath with a gun..”

The sound of the revolver loading the lead bullet echoed through the pillars and the half-finished
brick walls of the unfinished construction. Of late, the don had been using the site to resolve, in his
terms, ‘unfinished business!’

Dragging the man to edge of the edge of the open space, he whispered in to the ears of the petrified
man who was almost hanging into the wind, “Tell me what you see. Go on… Take a nice deep breath,
smell the salt in the wind from my seas and take a good look. WHAT DO YOU SEE?”

Removing the rag from his soon to be victim, he leaned in to hear the mumbling from the poor man
who had been scared to his core, “I see… the city!” cried the man.

“My City!” answered the heartless man, as his fingers triggered the bullet that would pierce the
tortured man’s bald head. Sadistically enough, the Demon fed his ego by seeing his vanquished foe’s
corpse fall down to the ground with a loud thud noise.

“This is my City! The City of Hira!” announced the Demon King with his hordes of barbarians
cheering him on.