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I talk to the leader of the gang on the walkie talkie and give him a go ahead to shoot anyone they spot, except they guy at the gate, he'll be wearing a red bandana on his head just like them and the badly injured girl. With that I enter my private jet give my pilot the directions to the location. I just want to kill those idiots with my bare hands.

If we win, we will be given a chance to fight against the lady gangs from rank 1–10, but if we lose, it depends on our performance if the boss will accept us or throw us away. Right now, the three gangs have already started to fight on the stage. It's like freestyle wrestling. They are kicking each other, strangling their enemies, punching, and pushing with might and full force. To differentiate them, the first gang of five members has yellow rubber bracelets; the second gang of six men has blue rubber bracelets; and the third gang of seven members has red rubber bracelets. "Apple," (Tarcy is calling me apple because that is my code), "That man seems to be strong." She's referring to the mus

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

“The scent will attract more ferals. This will mask it. They won’t sense you.” “Thank you,” I murmured, staring at the band. The material felt warm, almost alive against my skin. I had never seen anything like it. But someone else had. “What… what are you doing?” Judy’s voice sliced through the silence, almost in a whisper. I turned just enough to see her eyes go wide, her face draining of color. “That’s— That’s a Luna’s wristband.” The words enlightened me. A few nearby Alphas turned sharply at her outburst. The Luna’s wristband was a sacred token — one that symbolized protection and status. It was never given to outsiders. Not ever. It was only supposed to be given to Ben’s Luna.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

It was a bandanna featuring a crimson eagle with its wings spanned upward. “It can’t be,” Marseille gasped as many went pale upon recognizing the insignia. “What?” Brock asked. “What is it?” The chief grunted, “Blood Eagles.”