David, Ambrose, and the leader of the group, 'The Krazos,' gathered up at one of their secret hideouts. The recent events had not been in their favor, and they had to incur great loss because of the failure regarding the sale of drugs and slaves.
"I can't believe you're such an imbecile!" The leader hollered while David shot his eyes back at him. Ambrose had to chime in to play the role of peacemaker when they were on the verge of clawing each other's guts out.
"Enough! Why don't you two understand that if we keep blaming ourselves instead of finding out a definite solution, everything will crumble into pieces?"
The discussion between them became heated, and they couldn't find a proper solution to their problem.
"What about the chief of the police? Isn't he in your pocket, Mr.Krazos?" David tilted his head as he asked, mockery evident in his tone.
