Watching the people mulling about, Zane's hand twitched. Damn it. He could really do with a cigarette.
His tongue darted out to run across his chapped lips. He wasn't he to do that though. Right now, the young mafioso needed to figure out who would be taking operations over.
Even though they were given orders to continue work as normal, most couldn't help glancing over at the newcomer. Even if they didn't know who he was, Zane's aura bled danger.
The warehouse made it difficult to see their faces. Zane didn't care about that though. Looks weren't important. Anyone could be trained to hide their appearance or blend in.
The candidate had to be someone more reliable. Not easily swayed by prospects outside of what the Red Scorpion family stood by or gave out. Especially not someone who would be willing to pull children into the whole matter drug dealing matter.