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Intro. The sound of rain hits the old warehouse continuously. The smell of soot is still filled in the air. The bodies of three black men were on the floor in the middle of the warehouse. While a man in a completely black suit Standing and looking at the foreground with a smooth eyes without feeling. Rafael Leonte pulled out the black leather gloves slowly before submitting to the followers who stood on the side. Rafael Leonte pulled out the black leather gloves slowly before submitting to the followers waiting to be on the side. > keep it all, do not allow traces ... I don't like chaos. > > His voice is gentle. But full of pressure that causes all subordinates to bend their heads without daring. > > ... Boss > > He doesn't say anything else. Just turned and walked out of the rain. Let the image of death are just another weekday in life. Cold mafia like him.

Rafael Leone

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