Derek Cain asked in a low, serious voice.
"Do you truly want this girl dead?"
His expression was heavy; while beads of sweat formed at his forehead, his deep brown eyes narrowed at General Frank.
A scar marred from his left ear to his forehead, a sign of internal struggles during his time in prison.
His short brown hair, barely needing any style, made him look like any normal person, except... coupled with his tall frame, it made him stand out.
What could not be overlooked was... his identity. He wasn't any ordinary gangster; he was the founder of Black Vultures, the notoriously infamous group recently rising to power.
Though he maintained a serious expression, the dangerous aura lingering around him and the tension in the air were enough to let others know that no one should mess with him.
General Frank slowly nodded.
"This girl needs to die. If she doesn't, many of my plans will go down the drain."
A glint flashed in his eyes while saying so.
