Inside the room, a long table was occupied by eight individuals, who currently held the highest authority within the gang following the recent events involving Damien unexpected death.
"Damn it, the other gangs want us to give up a part of our territory .If Damien was still alive they wont dare talk to us like this…" one man, a bald individual with a tattoo on his neck, slammed his hand on the table in frustration.
Damien and he were really close friends, almost like brothers.
They had been buddies long before Damien became the leader of their gang. He wanted to seek revenge for him, but they had more important problems to deal with. His territory was mostly located near the borders of other rival gangs, so he was right at the center of all the action.
"Calm yourself, Bonseng," another person spoke, his voice carrying the weight of age as his gazed landed on everyone.