Margyn D. Warrior

Chapter 11

Kingdom Records building...Early at dawn...

"Alright. Let me see if so far my ears are working properly which they always do." King began in a casual tone while he was leaning back against his chair in his office. "A couple of days ago, you took a couple of my boys without my permission to whack a nice elderly man in Chinatown because his kid beat up some of the boys. But this ended being a mistake because you ended paying the price and send dozens of my boys to the emergency room in several hospitals. One of my best clubs got destroyed and the police have been on my ass ever since asking me questions."

Warren quietly stood in silence in front of the Bigman's desk with a look of resolve on his face, now dressed in a yellow two button notch lapel suit jacket with a black collar. Tanisha as usual was lying on the one of the sofas listening on the conversation as well.

"Despite all the nonsense you've made so far, you're asking me for permission to let you and some of the Harlem knights members go back in Chinatown and to try and whack the kid again." King finished before getting up from his desk and took seat at one of the soft sofas. "Tanisha, what do you think I should do?"

I think you're the point man of this scenario. I don't know why you're asking me, I'm just the spectator now." She replied nonchalantly.

"Fine, Warren. Say by some miracle you manage to convince me to give you the go ahead to settle your obsessive grudge, what exactly will you do when you fail and the police catch you?" King asked.

"I'll take the blame for the family even if it means I gotta do time for it in prison. I'll say we quit being members of the Harlem Knights and went rogue, I'll tell them something, anything so they won't bother you, the family or the business." Warren swore.

King scoffed, not entirely convinced by the cover story. It sounded too simple and lame, and fake. "I don't properly know who that kid is, but I know for fact he's on a different level. He's way better than you, Warren. Hell, I'd say he's probably ten times stronger than you. Just forget about your vendetta with him and just move on already, would ya?" King stated causing Warren to scoff in disapproval. Although he was nervous he might experience his boss's wrath for refusing to take his advice, he still shook his head. Seeing this, king sighed in disappointment while shaking his head.

"OK, fine. It's obvious you're not gonna let this go and move on." King began while rising from his chair. "You got a deal. But I'm only gonna give you one shot which means if you fail, it's all over. I want you this drop this beef you have with him and forget everything that happened between you two." King stated.

Warren, after nodding in understanding, turned to the three Harlem knights members standing by the elevator beside each other. "Listen up! You find that white haired snowflake bastard and you bring him here! But I don't want you to kill him yet! I wanna see him on his knees in front of me! Let's go hunting!"

"Sir!" They cried while nodding. With that said, everyone starting heading to the door. However, Warren was stopped by Tanisha who had tossed a tiny object to get his attention.

"Warren, do yourself a favor and try not attacking the kid's grandpappy again to stir him up." She advised with a smug look on her face. "This time you might end up losing more than just a finger.

Warren dismissed the warning and left to hunt down Vero. "Whatever."

Later at dawn in Chinatown...

While walking around in Chinatown, Vero was tense, he would often glance at people who seemed highly on edge like they were worried about something or someone. Not only that, Vero had that feeling that trouble that something bad was coming. It was a feeling he would always get when a fight was heading for him, or he was heading at it without knowing it. It was like a ticking time bomb, the more seconds passed, the more his blood boiled.