Third Person POV.

Somewhere in Russia.

Different black-tinted cars swerved into the field, and men in black suits poured out from it. The Red Kings' men, Anton noted as he watched everything through his dark sunshade.

Layers of dust trickled through the air as each car’s tires squealed over the sandy dunes of the desert.

The clan-to-clan war had doubled, getting out of hand and many lives had been lost in the process. Lots of properties belonging to both the mafias and the civilian who lived around the places where their gun battles occurred had been severely damaged.

However, the Red Kings and the Sokolov twins were the ones gaining...