"M-mercy, please! I don't know what my blind subordinates have done to offend the White Bird, but—but please spare me!" A big-bellied naked old man cried on his knees, begging pathetically to the man wearing the mask of a crow. "P-please forgive me just this once!"
Sweat profusely stream down his face, his eyes widen with tears, and snot hung out of his nose. "I'll give you anything! Money, weapons, drugs, liquor, women! Anything!"
He was just leisurely minding his own business with his playthings when someone barged into his room. Never would he anticipate to see a man in white, wearing a well-known mask.
White Crow, the right-hand man of the nefarious White Bird. This man's appearance is as rare as his leader.
But even so, everyone in the Underworld recognize him.
His room was soundproof, so when the doors opened, he heard the series of loud gunshots and agonizing screams.
Without a doubt, those screams belong to his men being slaughtered in a one-sided fight.