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Darien kept his gun trained on gangatsu, his sense sharp, ready for any move the crime Lord might make.

Gangatsu, though visibly frustrated maintened a veneer of calm arrogance.

"You've made your point, Mr. French," Gangatsu said, his voice laced with disdain. "But you underestimate the lengths I'm willing to go to protect what's mine."

Darien's grip tightened on his weapon. "I'm not underestimating anything, Gangatsu. I know exactly what you're capable of. That's why I'm here."

Gangatsu smirked, his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. "Oh, you think you do, do you? You are not the first to come seeking what I possess, and you won't be the last. But mark my words, you'll regret crossing me."

Darien scoffed, his tone dripping with defiance. "I don't regret anything. I came to do what's right, to reclaim what's been misused. And I won't let anything–or anyone–stand in my way."

Gangatsu smile turned sinister. "Bold words for a man staring down the barrel of my gun."

Darien jaw clenc
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