A Bandit in North America

[Decisive and ruthless + scheming, tough bandit + points in the American cinematic universe + domineering, sweet romance]

He transmigrated into the body of a Host who had been poisoned to death by his half-brother, and awakened super senses.

From then on, this lawless bandit lived by the creed that killing meant growth and gunfire forged the throne.

If you can’t understand reason, I know a thing or two about throwing punches.

If one shot doesn’t put you down, then two will.

And if that still doesn’t work, how about a little Mozambique Drill?

With eighty percent bandit and twenty percent honest man in him, he barged between the High Table and the various factions like a walking troublemaker, constantly testing the limits between life and death and rewriting the underworld’s rules in blood and fire.

And so, America gained a major villain, while the High Table gained a major pain in the ass.

When he saw those Elders seething in silence, he realized he could already look down on them.

Anthony muttered under his breath, “I just want to spoil my woman and make a few friends. I never meant to rule the High Table!”