17: Shamar Smith

In the skies, Stephan flew around flawlessly and made his way toward the huge house.

The few gangsters who had taken notice of the appearance of the random bats in broad daylight didn't think too much about it and continued their dice games and smoking weed.

swoosh!

Stephan shapeshifted from the small group of bats into a singular bat and made his way to the roof of the large building and flew in through da chimney.

As Stephan went deeper into the chimney, the smell of drugs continued to assault his senses, it wasn't a bad smell, but it was too much.

This gang had access to a large amount of drugs, this probably wasn't the only house they kept the drugs.

As Stephan stood atop one of the logs in the fireplace he looked at his surroundings.

The room was pretty well decorated and looked extremely lavish, there were many people inside the living room.

A middle-aged black man with short dreaded hair could be seen sitting on the couch leisurely, he was dressed in an expensive suit and carried a stern face as he smoke a huge cigar.

Behind the black man were many bodyguards who were wearing professional suits, all of them carried guns concealed in their clothes at all times.

The bodyguards stood proudly behind the black man, staring with stern expressions at the 3 people who stood in front of the black man.

"so..." The black man stood up and exhaled, a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth as he stared at the three gangsters in front of him.

The black man held back all signs of anger, but a vein could be seen protruding from his neck as he tried to calm himself down.

"you're telling me that both, Mr. Barnes and Frank from the nearing drug house died? all the money is gone? What the fuck do you mean by that!!"

The black middle-aged man began to speak with his deep voice and his bulging muscles tensed underneath his tight suit.

"how the fuck will I explain this to the mad dogs?" Shamar Smith shouted at the three gangsters in front of him, he had come here today to check up on how things were going, only to be hit by this piece of news.

The mad dogs were the allies of his gang, Shamar had promised them the profits of one of his drug houses, which was coincidentally the one that Frank was in charge of.

Mr. Barnes was a close associate of Shamar's, he had previously sent him here to retrieve the money, yet even with so many bodyguards and big guns, he still died?

bullshit.

and even the police had gotten involved and confiscated all the drugs from the drug house, this was a huge loss to Shamar.

It was hard for him to just take this lying down, what made him even angrier was that he didn't know who to be mad at, he could only be mad at the gangster he had under him.

"boss, we had nothing to do with-" One of the gangsters opened his mouth to speak but he immediately stopped after getting a glare from Shamar.

"I've spoken out of turn," The gangster said and bowed his head, usually they wouldn't have to show face to the lowly gangsters below them, but Shamar was their leader, they had no choice but to respect him.

if it wasn't for him they wouldn't have what they currently have.

"bullshit, fuck it, fuck it all, did one of our enemies do this?" Shamar said as he exhaled and placed a hand on his head, all the flawless diamonds could be seen glistening on his fingers.

"boss, we doubt the enemy gangs could do this, they have never done this before, there is no way they could take out all our gang members in a drug house without taking any damage at all, I feel like some superpower did this" another gangster said as he thought for a short while.

Shamar suddenly came to a realization, his eyes twitched as he calmed down after hearing the word "superpower".

"Why would a superpower do this? it's not like the Avengers or other people would care much about a regular street gang, who the fuck did this" Shamar sighed before making a strange face, he then fixed his collar before staring at his head bodyguard and started making his way out of the drug house.

"continue with our regular operations, forget about this matter," Shamar said as he looked at the three gangsters.

"yes, boss" They all replied in unison.

The intimidating bodyguards followed behind Shamar and made their way out of the house as well.

Stephan watched all of this happen, he didn't want to make a move yet, there were too many bodyguards in the room and they were all standing together, there was no way he would kill them without alerting everyone else.

take it slow, take it slow.

Stephan flew out of the chimney and stood above the roof, watching as Shamar the backseat of a black Rolls Royce, the many bodyguards also entered the other black luxury cars that were surrounding the Rolls Royce before they drove out of the area.

The gangsters in front of the drug house were pretty tense at first after seeing Shamar come out with an agitated expression, they could only calm down after seeing him leave the area.

"Did we escape trouble?" one of the gangsters asked with a wry laugh, they all knew it wouldn't take much if Shamar wanted to replace the leaders of their gang with someone else.

this would be bad for them, new leaders always tended to showcase their power and even sometimes killed the smaller gang members at any minor inconvenience.

Stephan who was on the roof of the building flew off and followed loosely behind the rolls Royce.

he hadn't made a move yet because he wanted to catch Shamar alone, it would be troublesome if he had to deal with Shamar's "ally" while also fighting off dozens of bodyguards with large guns.

that was a death wish.

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