"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!"
