Battle Of Flour

In less than five minutes, the five thugs were on the floor grunting in pain. When Dante gave them the option of making him bleed, they were happy because they believe that there was no way five of them couldn't achieve that. But they have just realized how mistaken they have been.

"Brothers, I have done your work." Dante turned to his brothers and they both shuddered. Dante still has blood splattered on his face and his fist bloodied.

"Thanks." Marcus couldn't help but say thanks and his brother did the same. Dante looked at the faces of the board members and they held nothing but fear. He smiled as he has achieved what he truly wanted. There is a certain type of loyalty needed in their line of business, and such loyalty does not come from love but from fear.

"Lorenzo, you would be our representative." A bald man that seems to be in his middle forties wearing a black suit bowed.

"I won't disappoint you, boss."

"You better not, that's it for today." Dante dismissed them and some