Bab 41: Rabid Dog

The street was beautifully lit with colourful lights that ran along its side. Those watching their devices that had now grown to two thousand could not believe their eyes.

"Who is this kid?" They asked as the link began to spread like wildfire.

"Why would you live stream your own death, Shaun?" Spoke a now calm Carlos. He was going to kill Shaun without a doubt, and he didn't even have to do it himself.

"Crowbar, go and carve this fucker up. I'll take care of your family while you are inside", he ordered one of his minions. He was filled from head to toe with tattoos and had on some big headphones. In his hands, as his name suggested, was a crowbar. Of course, Carlos would not attack with his whole gang. It would only let them appear weak. What good would that do for their street cred?