The Black Fangs
"You could have fixed their car, you know." Leon mumbled as he walked after Leon. They had left the area after stuffing the gangsters into Michael's pocket dimension. Leon had also gone back to take Daryl.
"I know. But I didn't feel like it. I don't have the time to wipe their memories." Michael shrugged.
"Whatever you say." Leon also shrugged. "So, where are we going?"
"Daryl is an inside member of the organization that's behind this. They are known as the Black Fangs." Michael said as he walked at a slow pace. "Since he's an inner member, he knows the locations of their hideouts. I got the information from his memory."
"Oh, then shouldn't we be moving faster?" Leon asked.
"Mm, I'm thinking. They surely have connections with other gangs. We should wipe them out as well so we can weed out the problems properly." Michael said as he rubbed his chin.
"You're right. So give me the location so I can go take care of them."