In the VIP room, Francisco and Andrew sat across from each other. The air was thick with tension. Andrew leaned forward, voice firm.

“Francisco, we have business in this city too. You can’t just make deals with outsiders. It goes against everything our gang stands for.”

Francisco took a slow drag from his cigarette, then exhaled the smoke calmly. His eyes narrowed.

“I already said what I wanted. That port is mine. If your people can’t handle it, I’ll take over. Not a single item ...