"Starting today, no cars are allowed to leave here, and no one is allowed to work for Horizon Corporation!"
Bang!
A driver who had just clashed with the Sixth Street Gang was captured and had his head blown off with a shot.
"From now on, if we see Horizon Corporation's cars on the street, no matter who you are, you'll end up like this company dog!"
Watching their colleague die before their eyes, the workers' faces turned red with suppressed anger, each clenching their fists, but none dared to stand up.
Horizon Corporation's mercenary reputation is formidable, but the workers are not mercenaries; they fear death.
Seeing them like this, the gang members, averaging around twenty years old, laughed casually, indifferent.
They don't care what Horizon Corporation does; they only believe they're doing the right thing. To them, company dogs are no good, even if these company dogs might have recently been their neighbors.
