THE GANGSTAR KING'S

Prologues

***They said we were sweet to poison

They say we're great at destroying

They say we are enchanting to destroy

They say we're smart to kill

We don't think this is a crime

But a need

We love this, wetting our bodies with the blood of others

If you ask about sins?

Sin is nothing more than an absolute consequence lived***

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THE GANGSTAR KING

The sound of gunfire broke the silence, combined with the agonizing human screams, his neck was covered in sweat, blood seeping from the shabby white clothes he was wearing, he said,

DOR'S!

Again the sound of screaming sounded so loud, whimpering like an animal in pain, then everything was silent, indicating that the angel of death with the black scythe had come to die.

"Bring here."

A moment later a platoon of burly men came upon a lifeless body from a log, opened the ties and dragged it out. Then replaced by a woman wrapped in a whip wound here and there, her face firm, her expression bold, but her mind roared to see her husband dragged without humane feeling, thrown into a burning furnace. He could not see it, but circumstances forced him to watch the body of his loved ones being devoured by fire at high temperatures.

The same gun was whistled on her forehead, warning that she would be the same fate as her husband.

"Where's your son."

The cold low voice made him barely able to breathe, his pale lips clenched the sign he was reluctant to speak a word.

"Then again, where's the son of a bitch?"

The sharp gaze pierced the recesses of her heart, but she kept remembering her husband's words not to close his eyes when the angel of death was in front of her, ready to swing a weapon to pull her life out, but the weapon used by the lifter in front of him was no longer a pointed scythe, but a clean pistol that in a few minutes would hollow out his white forehead.

"NO! EVEN UNTIL I DIE AND MELT DOWN IN MY HELL, I WOULD NEVER SAY WHERE MY SON IS! THE DEVIL! YOU'RE GONNA DIE ROTTING IN HELL! YOUR WHOLE BODY WILL HURT AS YOU TRAVEL. DESTINY WILL PLAY YOU AND YOUR GRANDCHILDREN LIKE YOU PLAYED OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES. GOD WILL GIVE YOU THE SAME TORTURE AS THE BLOOD YOU SHED. GOD WILL PUNISH YOU AND YOUR GRANDCHILDREN IN THE GAME OF DESTINY!"

Smirks.

"—The gun I used to kill his parents."

DOR'S!

"It's free to curse me, for I am a curse myself."

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TAP

TAP

TAP

KRIETT

"My king's coming, what should I do."

"17 Years have passed. Find him and bring him before me."

"i'll find her soon."

Brakes.

"My successor! I'll find you, include me let you go again... Because you're gonna be the leader of The Gangstar King."

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Tbc

[A/N]

Hello, this is the umpteenth story I have made. To be honest in the draft there are many stories that howl asked in the publish ahahaha.

O yes, I am the same author as the author on the side of hehe. So don't be surprised if this story is also on the next page.

And I hope you are willing to give support and criticism for this story. Because honestly this story also started from the mere fad hiks**.

Thanks to the readers who still want to read. I hope you guys will like this story.