One of his subordinates approached carefully. "The territory dispute near West Junction is getting worse."
Darius sighed tiredly. "Those idiots again?"
"They're refusing to pay route tax."
Darius cracked his neck once. "Fine."
His expression hardened immediately. "Let's go remind them who owns those streets."
The warmth on his face vanished instantly like it was never there.
~ Thirty Minutes later ~
SCREEEECH~
Vehicles drifted aggressively outside a large warehouse district and eagles Print members flooded out rapidly.
Several rival gang members immediately panicked.
"IT'S DARIUS!"
"Oh shit!"
"RUN!"
Darius walked forward calmly while loosening his gloves.
The rival gang leader stepped out shakily. "T-This is unnecessary—"
A single punch from Darius, sent the man flew through two warehouse walls instantly.
BOOOOOOM!
Dust exploded everywhere and everyone stiffened in horror.
