Become a Gangster in North America

[Decisive killing + shady gangster + beauty points + domineering sweet pet] Traveling back to the host who was poisoned by his half-brother, he awakened his super sense. From then on, this lawless gangster believed that killing means growth, and gunfire forged a throne. If you don't understand the truth, I know a little bit about fists and kicks. If one shot can't knock it down, then shoot it twice. If that doesn't work, check out Mozambique! With eight parts gangsterism and two parts integrity, he circled between the high table and the major forces like a shit stick, testing wildly on the edge of life and death, rewriting the underground laws with blood and fire. As a result, America has a big villain, and the High Table has a big bastard. When he saw that those elders dared to be angry but dared not speak, he realized that he could already look down on them. Anthony whispered in a low voice: I just want to pamper my woman and make a few friends by the way. I really don't want to rule the high table!