Gangster Gojo Novels & Stories

The numerous slash scars, bullet wounds and eye-catching tattoo of the Lau Triad’s signature dragon on his back beneath his cascading hair spoke volumes about just how dangerous this teen was. Johan whistled in joy now that the distraction was out of the way. Ever since he entered the academy, the terrorist always wanted to have a proper match to the death with the Seer and the Death Princess. Without the stupid Godfather candidate in his way, Johan did not withhold his attacks. Even if he had to bring the whole building down, he would turn that body into a beautiful explosion of meat and blood. Liu Feng did not need eyes to sense the sickening thoughts Johan had about him. Was that the man

Then, as if on impulse, he lowered his voice. “Tomorrow, I’m going on a job. A gang operation.” I blinked. “What kind of job?” Hunter’s eyes darkened. “We’re going to take care of some business, get back what’s ours. Make sure no one forgets who’s in charge.” I swallowed hard. The word operation made it sound like something dangerous. He saw the fear flicker across my face. “This isn’t a movie,” he said, his tone flat. “We get things done whether it takes force or strategy. Don’t expect details. I’ll be gone most of the day.”

He hurriedly bowed with respect and introduced himself, “Master Wade... I’m Hanzo Hattori, the head of the Iga ninjas. I’m so sorry for my son’s rudeness to you in New York. Please forgive us!” Charlie nodded and spoke indifferently, “I’ll let this go because you came to help me out on Mount Wintry with Miss Ito. However, from now on, the Iga ninjas must obey my orders. I will find you a good home in the United States, and you will not return to Japan.” “Yes, yes, yes...” Hanzo nodded reverently. Ever since he had recorded the video in which he had admitted to committing a terrorist attack, he knew it would be impossible to go back to Japan. He did not know what else the Iga ninjas could do