Near Miss.
''I bet you, I do not want a war to erupt in the city. They cannot stand my artillery,'' Greg said to Don Black and Bane on one occasion when they met to talk about the situation of things.

Greg had the most frontal army, and the city knew it.

Mr. Ban was like a patient gentleman, but deep inside him, he was a wolf waiting for its prey to be helpless before he struck.

As pretty much relevant as Mr. Ban still was, he was slowly losing it to Greg.

Greg was smart.

Apart from coming out of jail, and knowing how to deal with the street, he was a former CEO already, so his brain had been flourishing with ideas before this time.

That was why he was excelling so much above his supposed elders in the game.

Greg became an elder after three months of joining the commodity exchange business, and it pained a couple of people including Mr. Ban and Snake Eyes.

At public functions, Greg would bask like the first citizen of the city.

In the same space as Mr. Ban, Greg was excelling greatly
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