I and the other Lords are so much into group fights back then, and we did a lot of damage to other people’s lives. Most people hated us for what we did. Some of them liked us, not because they liked what we were doing, but because they needed something from us. Guns. Drugs. The market was very good. Business is running so well. But we became aware that the world we were walking through is getting smaller and smaller, shrinking until we can’t move any longer. People started to despise us, hate us; they were beginning to be afraid of us. Well, they should be. We’ve been doing the work of the devil for quite a long time and we became masters of it, in our very own way. We had so many enemies. The cops are after us, the competition is getting high, and the number of people we pissed off is getting higher and higher. We became much aware of the situation and so we tried to be very careful. Extra ammunition and protection were needed. Since I was the Lord of War, I added 5 more units in my team. The rest did the same thing. Everyone became cautious to what might happen next.
While all of this is continuously happening, business still continued to flourish. Revenues continued to rise higher and higher. And money continued to cash in. Our vices were never put to an end, instead, dosage became higher and higher since taking drugs became a big part of our system.
One time, I had a drinking session with my friends and some of our men after playing a little softball. We brought all our equipment with us, I had my steel baseball bat, and some of my friends had their gloves and stuff. We were so drunk on alcohol and at the same time, so high on drugs that we did a lot of weird stuff. In the middle of the session, a group of men went to approach us. We never recognized them at first, but when they got closer and closer, we realized that they were the competition! They were very pissed off with us because we became more popular and we stole most of their clients, especially the college students who became our regular clients for drug trafficking.
I realized they were going to attack us, so I grabbed my bat lying behind me and signaled my friends and my men to be ready. When they got close enough, I gripped my bat and got ready to kick some butt. One of them flipped the table we were using and all the beers, food, and glassware placed at the table crashed to pieces at the floor. I then started hitting people with my bat. Everyone got so furious, and it was like a very big battle against each other.
I saw one of the opposing leaders and I realized he was one of my greatest enemies. I then thought that it was the best time to whack him since he was facing the other direction. Without hesitation, I quickly hit him at the back, aiming at the back of his head. He fell down on his knees and lay down facing the floor. I then thought he’s a goner, although I never saw blood coming out of the area where I hit him. I just thought he’s dead.
Everyone started running afterwards into different directions. We never came back to that place again for quite some time. And you’ll never believe what happened next…
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