Gale walked through the night streets, the fire from the factories made his skin slightly sweaty, his fancy shoes hitting the cobble road

He couldn't believe he had to lower himself to this, to come to this side of town and mingle with the poor. But most importantly, he couldn't believe the audacity of the boss of this new mafia. They had come to his country, his city and his side of town just to piss him off and make him come out. And they pissed him off alright, very much so

He reached the low life pub, people whispering and eyeing him as he walked towards the private saloon in the back. He didn't know what to expect, probably some buff American man, but what he was sure of is that if things didn't settle nicely, then by the time he was leaving, a corpse will be there instead