CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 30: MY NEW PET (PART 3)

"We lost four people." Johnny put down his glass and scanned the entire room.

His gaze was cold, "Now, everyone is here, and we must take revenge on those damned Costa Ricans. They shot our companions.

They snatched our market and disrupted our business.

Do you want to see these guys raging on our turf?"

"Of course not. Kill them!"

Many companions around picked up their weapons.

"Do you want to watch them take away our wealth?"

"Of course not, this place belongs to us!"

"Do you want to see them continue killing our companions?"

"Blood for blood!"

The rage of the gang members was ignited. Looking at the dead Eddy and Johnson, they felt sadness, anger, and even more, fear.

If they didn’t kill those bastards, they would be the ones to die.

Fear can make people weak, but it can also drive them insane.

Johnny stood up and picked up a gun. "Alright, everyone listen, let’s go to full-scale war with the Costa Ricans!"

"Kill them!" The hatred of the Johnny Clan burned like a flame, consuming everyone. A large group of people walked out of the club armed.

From this moment, the streets, alleys, and the opponent’s strongholds would all become battlegrounds.

I put down the bottle and walked out of the room, Amir followed behind me.

"Where are we going?"

"What do you think?"

"I brought a gun." Amir lifted the bag beside him, telling me he was ready. "We’re going to find those bastards."

As we reached the first floor, everyone had set out.

I looked coldly at the empty dance floor.

"What’s wrong, buddy?"

"Amir, remember, we are doing this not for Johnny or the gang. Eddy and the bald one’s death is a complete tragedy. They were simply pawns in the conspiracy, also victims of Johnny’s ambition."

"The boss’s ambition?"

"Yes, if he hadn’t robbed the other side’s kitchen, further intensifying the conflict, the bald one and Eddy wouldn’t have died.

Now we have no retreat, if we don’t act, the other side will kill us. To survive, we must fight.

This is the tragedy of the underclass. We can’t decide our fate.

We also can’t proactively seek peace because we are just dust.

Peace has always been determined by power, and we are just gang members."

"Buddy, I’m with you."

Amir and I arrived at the club’s parking lot, "Let’s steal a car. I can’t drive mine, it’ll be captured on surveillance."

"Okay, buddy."

Amir looked at the surrounding streets, choosing a target while also ensuring there were no cameras on the route.

The club door opened, and Sofia came out wearing an off-shoulder, tight-fitting, low-cut long-sleeve T-shirt.

Seeing Amir and me, she held a key in her hand.

"Here’s the motorbike key. Can you ride it? It just arrived, unregistered, without photos. After use, destroy it."

Sofia tossed the key.

Amir caught it happily, "I can, Kenny can’t, he would kill himself."

Sofia looked at me amusingly, "Then you take him with you, this way one can ride, and one can shoot."

"No problem, Kenny, come on baby, now’s my showtime."

Amir excitedly shouted as a bike was pushed out of the club’s garage. "What a beauty. I almost hate to destroy it."

I pushed Amir away, sat on the motorbike, started it, and stepped on the gas.

The roar shook my eardrums.

Lifting the front wheel, I rode the bike on one wheel.

"Oh, Fack!" Amir pointed at me, "Did you see that?"

Sofia nodded, "Yes, I saw it. He’s riding pretty well."

"Fack, it’s impossible, he can’t ride."