Novel & Cerita Gangster Dbz

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

Is he challenging the Stygians, they probably don’t even know what and who STYS are. "Hey guys, if you have a problem, we'll be you outside later," Gabe said and hid me behind him. TSS this one is so boastful, Gabe doesn't even know anything about fighting. He's not a gangster. This is a school of gangsters, he's just here to find his sister. "Gabe go first. Leave." "I don't want to. " "I'll be right next to you. I'm not leaving you." "But." "You go away. Let me take care of these bastards."

“This giant bandit is very strong. You should have been more careful,” said the person who gave out the punch with an infuriating smile on his face. Then, without waiting for Zephyr’s reply, he rushed off in a particular direction. “D*mmit!” shouted Zephyr while he stared at the person’s retreating figure. He was infuriated. That person took down the giant bandit not because he wanted to help Zephyr, but because he wanted to get the Black Tiger Bandit card. He recognized the person’s face — he was none other than Clay Lee, an initiate of the Feather Peak, who was known for his all-consuming punch.

The people there were after him! “F*ck! That’s him! He’s the one who beat us up!” shouted the angry woman when she saw Gerald. As she pointed toward him, several people who looked like gangsters wielding wooden bats exited the shop. They had dragon tattoos all over their arms and they each bore fierce expressions on their faces. Xeno himself ran out, holding a kitchen knife in each hand. Even though he was clearly outnumbered, Xeno wasn’t afraid. All of them were outside now, and since Xeno was holding the knives, none of the gangsters dared to move forward.

The live stream was still running, and the comments section exploded instantly. "Holy crap! Are these real special forces?" "Tiger Commando Unit? Isn't that the legendary squad?" "Oh my god, the streamer just called him a mobster when he's clearly a hero!" Clutching his chest, Antonio lifted his head with difficulty. "T-there must be some mistake. He's just a security guard." Giovanni spun around and pulled out his military ID and several gleaming gold medals from inside his jacket. Then, he strode over to Antonio and slammed them into his face.

Chapter 2 That Night That night, back at the hotel, the three brothers were still looking for their younger brother when he stumbled down the hall. Liam Michael Yung, Ethan Akio Yung, Noah Kali Yung, and Xavier Theo Yung... the four quadruplets born to the Yung family. Shiho Eiko Yung was their father and Hana Mei (Aki) Yung their mother. Shiho was the fifth generation of the underground mafia warlords. His ancestors, along with Hana’s, were among the first to start the organization.

" You are going with me to Paco's. He asked me to take you to meet her.” And he didn't smile. Gringo also looked worried and serious, and she only learned inside the car that Paco, the most powerful gangster around, the cruelest guy she had ever heard of, had heard, had gotten to know, that Tulio, his sidekick, was not only living with a girl, but was in love.

The Blacksmiths Organization. Brazil. 9:50pm. "Where is he?" Mr.B asked his secretary, who hasn't said anything yet about the agent sent on the mission to kill Angelo Castillo, the Big boss of the Jade Dragon Mafia, one that they didn't know if it was successful or not, because his tracker wasn't showing anymore. Mrs. Eve sent an ambivalent look at her boss, which made the man know that she had nothing. He grunted in anger before storming his way outside the office and into the security room, where the agent's in charge of keeping track of their people were working.

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

Hence he never thought of anyone else other than his original peers of gangsters and syndicate were the perpetrator of this incident. On top of the humiliations and the unfairness that he felt right now, for such things to happened to him, he also had to worry another things, which is the money and the drugs that were gone along with the BJ Streamers and a bunch of his gangsters underlings. Because, that money and drugs, is actually not his, only 10 percent of the drugs that White Star Entertainment had were produce by him and the rest belonged to the Dragon Bei Triad.