The Gangster Boss Is 16 Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.

All at once. The first one. I landed a heavy punch. I could feel the teeth swept out of place. One after the other, they launched. Bones cracked, necks broken, and aligned out of place. In a short time, all 18 gang members are down and groaning in pain. “Who sent you?” I stood over the gang boss, a foot gently placed on his neck. “Da…” he groaned in pain. “What are you saying? Who sent you?!” I Barked.

There are several profile photos with information below them. Alessandro Ocampo, the 56 year-old Boss of the gang. Underneath him are two other profile photos of men, which are labeled as the Underboss, who are also the Boss’ sons. A 25 year-old Gabrille Ocampo and a 28 year-old Davide Ocampo. The three of them have one thing in common that can’t deny the fact that they’re blood related - their piercing eyes that are already sending waves of agony to me.

If I'm afraid, I won't take that 100 million dollars. Miss Jin, you should know what I do. I'm a gangster. To put it mildly, I'm the boss of the club. To put it mildly, I'm a gangster. We're just making a living... "Tang bin doesn't want to lose all his brothers' lives because of this incident, but he's not afraid of the police to investigate him, because the police can't find him at all, Maybe he will provide a good clue to the police and let them slowly follow that clue to find out the behind the scenes.

“If you promise me a good time, I’ll help you escape.” I raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you set me free first then we can talk.” I said quietly, my throat feeling scorched after not talking for so long. He rubbed his manhood faster, his eyes widening in excitement. “Are you serious? No funny business?” I internally rolled my eyes. This crazy horndog was a Mafia boss? He looked like he could let me control his empire if I allowed him to lick just one toe on my feet. He looked like he was in his 40s with black and gray hair. But he was well-built since he was a leader of a gang.

he continued with his smile. Jasha swallowed hard and looked at him anxiously. How could he find the right words to let him know the truth? "You don't have my money..." he said randomly, his smile fading. The man looked at him without responding but showing that it was indeed the case. "Ah..." his expression turned serious. "You've ruined my good mood!" He stood up and drew his pistol, aiming it at the man. "I gave you six months," he said dramatically, as if the situation genuinely pained him. "That's a long time..." He approached, giving the man friendly taps on one shoulder, though he was of similar size, but much more robust. "The clock ticked, signaling it's time to pay..." He pressed t

The moment he spotted Lorenzo, he quickly put it down and got to his feet, greeting him with, "Boss." Lorenzo swept his gaze around the office wordlessly, raising an eyebrow with an askance look on his face. The man hurriedly explained, "Boss, the Axe Men gang has been making headway into our territory. A few days ago, they called the cops on our guys who went to deliver goods in their zone." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he retorted unhappily, "Is that why you called me?"

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."

Lucian glanced at him, then at the growing number of enemies closing in. He looked at Trout—there was a bullet wound on his arm. At this rate, they were all going to die. Lucian hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t expected this many men, or this much firepower. The Black Roses—a gang that operated without rules—had been rivals with the Romanos for decades. Everything had gone quiet after Torres killed their boss five years ago, but now… it seemed they had a new leader. Lucian touched his abdomen. When he looked at his hand, it was covered in blood.

At the basement, Gon hung up the call and his smiling face turned into an aloof one. He wore his mask and went inside the dark cell. "Wake them up," he ordered his subordinate. The guard nodded and splashed the bucket full of cold water on their face. The gangsters woke up in shock. Damn it! They have been caught! They looked at the tall man sitting in front of them. All the three of them shivered by looking at his face. They knew that their boss has always been the best and ruthless fighter in the underworld, but this man… is simply the best amongst the best ones.