Chapter 43: Shot Due to Danger

Zamir Trian Cassano's Point of View

Nothing could ever beat the feeling of superiority knowing people look down on you too much after being aware of the things you could do.

Walking toward the empty warehouse, the guards outside seemed surprised seeing me along with my camaraderie. They have tried to pull their guns out of their pockets, when my men are too fast and already gotten it with their bare hands, shoot them straight in their head.

"Douchebags." Saint remarked.

I clenched my jaw as we headed toward their main door. People were looking at us with shocked eyes. Everyone stopped what they were doing, some were drinking and gambling at the corner and no one survived.

I shoot everyone I see. All of them ran through my nerves and didn't want to spare anyone. There are a total of one hundred people inside, and seeing how we are only thirty, these muttons already had the advantage but they weren't prepared for the attack.

"Tell boss Italians are here!" I heard one of their men