Hollywood Zenith

" You don't need to rush. Just drive properly. They are not running away." Samuel said nonchalantly.

" Yes, sir!" The driver shouted in a frightened voice.

" Don't call me sir. But you should take my lesson seriously; after everything is over, return home and apologize to your old man. Also, don't bother your sister too much, understand?"

" Yes, si-.. yes." After witnessing what he did, Raul became a yes-man.

" But will you be fine? I mean, there will be even more people there-"

" Don't worry about it. Just be ready to drive back; I don't want others to miss the show."

" Yes."

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It was only peaceful for a couple of hours before Samuel returned. The only thing that was different was that he had even more blood stains on his clothes.

He walked to the back of the car to open the trunk. Looking at the thing he took out of the vehicle terrified everyone.

"Damn!"

"Hey, what is that?"

" I don't know."

" Is that a body?!"

Samuel removed the sack covering it, revealing the battered and bruised appearance of a man they had never seen before. After throwing the man to the ground, Samuel looked around to see people gathering again.

Law enforcement gathered earlier was nowhere to be seen as they took everyone. It was not easy to tackle a crime syndicate's main hideout, so they hurriedly left.

Samuel grabbed the man's blood-stained hair and dragged him to the center of the square. People who saw him scattered to give way when he headed toward them.

At the unusual sight, people gathered around him one by one. Everyone was curious about the man's identity. Most of them could guess because they had heard his conversation with Felipe, but it was too hard to believe that he had destroyed the whole gang in just a few hours.

"Oh my gosh."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Is this the man behind the scene?" They were evidently confused.

Still, Samuel didn't care. Instead, as he gripped the rebellious man's hair even more ferociously, the man spoke earnestly with his dry mouth.

"… … Please, save me."

The man's true identity was the real mastermind behind the 89th street gang, Nemesio Oseguera-Cevennes. The leader of the gang.

He never expected such a situation when he gave orders to deal with Samuel. Although the opponent was from an influential family, when Felipe told him about it, he had no reservations about it. He knew he was never going to get implicated.

He decided it would be enough to deal with it quickly and get some fat stack along the way. Felipe already had a grudge against him; it was killing two birds with one stone type of situation.

But Samuel suddenly arrived at the base of the 89th street gang, and that's when the massacre truly began.

Dozens of gang members rushed, but Samuel didn't back down; even in the face of muzzle flashes, the monster was unharmed; that's when he knew he was done. The reaper personally came to harvest their souls; what more could they do against such a foe?

It was an overwhelming sight. His eyes twitched, seeing his subordinates fall down one by one.

The boundaries of common sense have crumbled.

'Is this really a human? Wasn't it a devil in disguise?'

He couldn't believe it even when he saw it in person. Criminal gangs knew that information was life, so they thought Samuel to be a pathetic and insignificant entity.

There was no chance of retaliation, but the reality was different.

In the face of the overwhelming power, Nemesio was terrified. There was only one thought in his mind that was-

'You have to run away.'

But his judgment was late. From the moment he chose to deal with Samuel, his options were limited.

As a result, now he was crawling at his feet, begging for forgiveness. He couldn't come to his senses from the tingling pain, but the blood dripping from his forehead woke him up. He had to try until he succeeded.

'If you do this, you will die.' It was his only instinct.

He grabbed Samuel's thigh and wept loudly.

"I was really wrong. If you spare my life, I will do anything for Master Samuel. I will dedicate the whole organization to you and give you all the money I have collected. So please spare me. You can think of it as saving a petty dog ​​that doesn't even know how big the sky is! If you show mercy once, you can get a dog that will give its life to Master."

He was desperate. Some people would call him shameless, so their opinions didn't matter. If being like this could save his life, he was ready to do it every morning. At least he gets to see another sunrise!

Samuel stopped walking.

"A dog that will give its life for me?" Samuel chuckled.

As soon as he reached the center of the square, he looked down at the bloodied pile of mess.

"You should have made that decision before you showed me your teeth."

"Sir, master, please… … ."

Whoosh!

He gripped his head firmly.

Then, he started addressing the curious people watching him.

"This person I am holding now is the leader of this gang, who sucked up the blood of innocent citizens indiscriminately. You must know it well; most of you used to take indirect orders from him. Am I right?"

Murmur murmur.

People were agitated. Their blood was boiling; this man caused them to suffer until now? Indeed a vicious person, hiding behind his subordinates, never showing his face to the public.

He did what he had been trying to do in the heightened mood since he set foot in this place.

" His sins are apparent, first trying to initiate gang war that resulted in innocent lives. Second, running this operation on the blood and tears of ordinary people and showing an intention to kill me. There are many more, but these are enough for me to give my judgment.

Therefore, I will uproot the root of evil in front of you." Samuel's intentions were clear. He would know how the prison systems work if he let him live. Mexican mafia was notorious for running full-scale operations from their cells.

There was no second-guessing what he had to do.

" Wait!" Just as he was about to slam his face to the ground, someone interrupted him.