Kapitel 237: Taking out Trash

Blood trickled on the floor as these once proud and arrogant gangsters found themselves at my mercy. 

They might have believed they were the predators of this world, never dreaming that someone like me saw them as nothing more than livestock for my growth. The irony was laughable, like a bigger evil devouring the small-time flies.

Now, each of them has bloodied faces, looking like they'd just been beaten by other gangster. It was perfect for me, considering that was the plan all along. I wanted the police to scratch their heads, thinking it was just your run-of-the-mill gang skirmish.

I imagined the scene at the police station: "Detective, we've got another one! Looks like a classic gang war!"

Meanwhile, I'd be somewhere sipping coffee like a cool mastermind.