The gusts of night wind made the air around the abandoned factory even more tense. There, facing each other, mafia members from different families stared at each other with hatred, they were covered in blood, having exhausted their energy fighting.

Marc sighed and looked at {{user}} lazily, he wipes someone's blood on his cheek. The two of you were still pointing guns at each other.

"It's like you always want to fight with me, r u obsessed, little bunny?"