Chapter 81: The Crew
The moon glared down upon the South District like a silent sentinel, its cold light casting eerie glows across the open clearing where concrete had been poured but no warehouse had yet risen.
Wild grass fringed the edges of the lot, brushing up against rusted construction equipment and stacks of unused steel.
To the west, the thick outline of the forest loomed—dark and Was where Kai was fighting.
Tony stood at the center of the clearing, bat resting on his shoulder, eyes locked forward.
Behind him, ten Azura members formed a tight semi-circle, each one silent, each one burning with Ki.
The Moon Gang stepped into the open—twenty men.
Their formation perfect, their synchronization disturbing.
In their center stood a man who radiated control.
Vice Leader Orion.
He was dressed in charcoal grey, long coat swaying in the wind, a katana in his grip and madness in his eyes.
The air around him was heavier than gravity.
