chapter 27 I have the final say who is the boss

Standing among countless fallen gangsters, Morgan Santee was like the unruly God of Death for nine days, a demon stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His smile was more like the soul-locking Yama.

All the gangsters who were still standing had already prayed countless times for God to show mercy and still stand there alive.

Morgan Santee walked through the crowd step by step with his knife in hand, as if strolling in a garden.

All the gangsters...