Forrest stood in the corridor outside the Marriott's presidential suite, waiting with a respectful demeanor. The imposing grandeur of the king of Razor City’s underworld was nowhere to be seen. His back was straight, jaw tight, and eyes shifting anxiously.
Mr. Parker, his right-hand man, came to see him this morning, bringing with him a couple of his lackeys who had their limbs shattered. That was when he learned of something dreadful
The man of extreme importance, whom he wanted to suck up to, had actually been attacked by some lackies under him?! Forrest almost went insane. He desperately wanted to smash that baldie, named Joe, to pieces.
After his fit of anger died down, he was flooded with a tsunami of horror. Razor City’s underworld king? Sure, that title sounded majestic, but com
