Hollywood Zenith

"Is this a picture of your son?" Felipe's expression turned pale when Samuel asked him that question.

In one photo hung on the wall, he was holding his son, who looked exactly like him. It was an old photo, but that meant he cherished it that much more.

"Oh, no."

"No? But he looked just like you? You can't possibly expect me to believe he is adopted." Samuel joked, which made him look like a maniac.

"You bastard! Are you threatening my family?" Felipe had to admit the first time he had seen Samuel, he didn't think much of him. A pretty boy so far from home, what could he possibly do? But now he knew that his handsome persona was a front for the devil!

He was supposed to be the gangster, but Samuel was threatening him? He could only shake his body and groan in pain as Samuel walked toward him and waved the picture in front of him with a cold expression.

" You know, while researching the 89th street gang, I found some fascinating information. People feared the group because they were said to retaliate even at the cost of their own lives.

However, you know that these zombie soldiers all have one thing in common. These people owe an outstanding debt to the gang; most of them are not original club members." His voice was heard by everyone.

Seeing them nodding to his words, Samuel was annoyed. He continued-

" Don't get me wrong. Obviously, people who are malicious enough to commit such suicide attacks are not good; they eventually turn into demons. But the question is, why did they change like that? What the hell happened to them? How can the street gang change people?"

"..." No one answered. Felipe kept his mouth shut, but it didn't matter. Even if these people were afraid to say it, they knew why, and that was enough.

Samuel was not trying to elicit any reaction from them; that was for later.

"This place commits all sorts of crimes, but what about the members? In the process of paying off their debt, they, in turn, get mangled into the crime business. Such people are essentially taking their families into slave contracts! It's quite a common occurrence.

And that's the truth about this hellhole! This gang isn't a group of demonic humans willing to risk their lives, but people they have put into a corner to do their bidding by threatening their families as hostages. What do you think? Isn't that a pretty plausible hypothesis?" It was not hard for him to deduce seeing all these women and children gathered in this place.

"Still, nothing has changed. Ocho Nueve Para siempre!" Felipe shouted, hearing which Samuel laughed. How stupid could he be?

It was the same as admitting to his hypothesis. Felipe had no idea what kind of trap he had fallen into. Twice!

"I promise on the name of Samuel Rothschild. If you don't give me any information, I'll go back to the city and put my every man to look for this child. You know what that means right? I will find the child in this photo and deliver it to your rival gangs. I heard the Russians have a messy way of dealing with their captives. Many say it is better to die than to be captured by them.

A slow, painful death is the best he could hope for." Samuel grabbed his head and whispered in his ears.

"What, what?"

"Why? Don't you think I can?"

"You are a! How could you do something like that-... … !"

" I don't care. I don't discriminate; once you are my enemy, it is better to take care of anything that could threaten me in the future. Give me one reason why I should leave him alone?" It was the dog-eat-dog world. The game was still the same; the rules had changed slightly over the years.

Defeat here meant death!

Justice? That didn't mean anything to the weak people. One had to do anything to win, and Samuel had no hesitation in such actions.

Because he had done his due diligence before he came here. Would they spare Liliana? Would they even bat an eye before using Raul to do their bidding? Samuel had seen too much over the years.

Humans had various aspects, and Samuel, who lived a 'comfortable' life, knew how to be ruthless in such situations.

" Etch this in your mind; I'm not concerned about the well-being of the guys I classify as enemies. No matter how they die or what kind of pain they experience, I am the type of person who, if someone disturbs my life, is ultimately deemed worse than a fly on the pile of trash.

So think carefully; if the lives of your family are at risk, will you still bet on the people behind you who made your family a slave, or will you give me accurate information on those people so that I can make them disappear?"

Samuel flicked the dagger in his hand and slammed it into his son's head in the photo.

"Come on, choose."please visit

That moment. Felipe was sure.

Samuel Rothschild

The fact that he tried to cross such a person was the biggest mistake of his life. He was a fine, demon, even surrounded by the rain of bullets. All he could see was that his body was covered by blood splatters from his subordinates.

Looking at his son's face, which was torn to the point of being unrecognizable, Felipe lowered his head at the end and started talking.

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After his rampage, the Police that Mason sent arrived to look at the mess. A dozen people stared at the people that were carrying injured to the side.

"What the fuck is this… … ."

The lead inspector's expression hardened. He quickly heard the testimonies of the eyewitnesses. All of them said the same thing nothing happened; they never gave Samuel's name or why the floor was littered with injured people.

" Was there a helper? Or Samuel dealt with them all by himself?" It was unfathomable to picture such a situation.

As far as he knew, Samuel was not a fighter. Seeing the damage, it was hard to believe that Samuel was the one that had with so many men by himself. From his photos, he looked like a weak kid who couldn't hurt an ant.

There was a great sense of disparity. The strange thing was people's reaction when he asked about him; there was a sense of reverence in their eyes whenever he mentioned his name.

"Captain! This one is awake!" His subordinate shouted.

Felipe was barely conscious; Samuel left him to the people he hurt. It was only fair for them to have their way with him. Somehow he was still alive after a good public beating.

Inspector hurriedly ran toward his subordinate, and even though Felipe's face was bruised beyond recognition, the inspector recognized him. After all, he was quite a famous figure in the city.

"Argh!" Felipe spits out a handful of blood.

He had been through quite a lot; his right hand had all his fingers smashed, and the thick blood he spits out showed a darker shade indicating he was bleeding internally.

At a glance, he could tell not much life was left inside him. But it looked like he hadn't given up on life just yet.

Felipe spoke to him in a weak voice.

"You must follow that person immediately!"

"What do you mean?"

"I told him everything. The fact that the gang's stronghold is not here but someplace else. As soon as he heard these words, he left after taking the ledger. He is trying to do things independently, but I fear it would be too much for him. So hurry up and help him! Help the Rothschild; we must uproot the 89th!" Felipe said with a desperate voice.

He has already become a traitor in return for giving the information. Only by taking care of them would his family be safe. It was the first time he had felt this helpless.

He slowly crawled on the ground.

With his blood-stained hands, he grabbed the ankle of Captain and said in a desperate voice.

"Please, please, kill them all."

"...." Inspector was baffled. What the hell happened to him to behave like this? It was a complicated situation.

The appearance of the leader of the Ocho crying out to help Samuel was also embarrassing, but the biggest problem was Samuel's actions.

'Are you really going to deal with them alone?' Inspector thought as he dialled his boss' number.

Whatever the case, he couldn't let him die alone. He had to go where Felipe pointed, but they might need more than a dozen people to do this task.