7. The way Richard kills Max (FLASHBACK)

Since that incident, Pierre has been more silent and always ignores me. But he still serves Max as usual by taking Max to wherever Max ordered him. And I was always by Max's side, acting as Max's confidant and his bodyguard. Max's bold attitude towards me slowly started not to be as crazy as it used to be. But every night, I could see Pierre coming out of Max's room with his messy hair. And that very night, I last saw Pierre. Because the following day, we were surprised by Pierre, who committed suicide by hanging himself. As for Max, he doesn't care about Pierre, who has took his own life. He didn't feel sorry that Pierre ended his life, because he feels depressed because of Max's actions. That's when my patience ran out. I couldn't do any more with the naivety and stupidity I had maintained all this time.

I pretended to flirt with Max and asked him to go to his favorite club, just the two of us. Stupid and lust-thirsty, Max quickly accepted my invitation, and I drugged him while we were on the street. I took the unconscious Max out of Casablanca. Max looked surprised as soon as he opened his eyes because we were already in a completely foreign place in his eyes. Max pointed his gun at me while we were still in the car. But I seduced him and asked him to get out of the car, arguing that there was something important I wanted to tell him. Max obeyed me, and he followed me out of his car. The overcast sky seemed to support me in doing what I should have done from the start. Without saying much, I stabbed both of Max's hands. He was too weak against me, who was much younger than him. Coupled with his short stature and a bit chubby, I love it when Max screams in pain. I liked the sound of pain that came out of his mouth. I didn't mean to kill Max so quickly. I tortured him little by little. Every time he was in pain, I felt the pain that Pierre felt was starting to pay off. Max cursed me with his dirty words, but I didn't care and continued to stab my knife at several parts of his body. All aspects of Max's body have received knife scratches from me, starting from his hands, thighs, legs, ears, and cheeks. And when he begged for his life, I asked Max to write his will. Of course, he refused, but Max quickly wrote down what I asked for with a gun to his head. A choice full of blood that came out of Max's hands witnessed the transfer of Max's power to me. And I asked Max to hand over the ring. A large gold ring engraved with the letter M signifies that he is a leader of the Mafia. When Max finished with his letter, I shot Max in the head. Right after Max died, the rain slowly fell and wet my body. I looked at my remaining bullets, five remaining at the time. I shot Max's corpse repeatedly until all my shots ran out. I have no intention of burying Max and want him to rot and be eaten by animals.

And that's when I changed the name of the mafia group that Max led to mine, The W. Richard Walter Ghonee. Walter is the name my mother gave me, and I like my middle name. . At the age of 25, I became the leader of The W Mafia. When I showed the letter to Max's subordinates, none of them rejected me as their new leader. They must have known I had killed Max and forced him to write a power of attorney. I remember the words from the mouth of one of the old maids who had worked for Max for decades.

''Thank you for killing him for us.''

The maid was named William Auxe, and until now he still works for me. I don't know what Max did to his subordinates. But for sure, I will not treat my subordinates like Max treats his inferiors. I sold Max's house and bought a new, more prominent place for me to live in with my associates. Unlike Max, who was stupid about managing his money, I founded several clubs of my own in Casablanca. And running Max's company in my name, with proof of the will that Max "wrote" for me, kept the Board of Shareholders from moving when I first appeared at the company as their new CEO. Like Max, I use the company as a shield to do business in the dark world.

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As I watched the rain fall through my car window, I saw people taking shelter under the bus stop and some walking in the rain with umbrellas. But I smiled, amused. When I saw from a distance, there was a pink umbrella with cat ears on it. Maybe a child under that umbrella. That's what crossed my mind when I saw the umbrella. When my car almost approached the child with the cute umbrella, suddenly, my driver's vehicle swayed to the right, and it surprised me. I turned to the child, and sure enough, the puddles of rain caused by my car soaked her clothes. She looked shocked and didn't move at all, and I'm sure he must be distraught now that her clothes must be soaking wet due to my driver's carelessness.

After eating, I usually immediately smoked. I reached into my pants pocket but did not find cigarettes in it. I asked my driver to stop in front of a small convenience store to buy cigarettes. As usual, everyone looked at me with fear when I got there. At first, I just wanted to ask my driver to come into the shop and buy me a box of cigarettes, but for some reason, my feet seemed to take me into the small supermarket by themselves. While inside the store, I looked at the food I could only see before, because I couldn't afford it. I smiled sadly, remembering the dark times I faced in the past. I grabbed some needed stuff and walked over to the cashier's shirt. In front of the counter, I saw a wet girl and a pink umbrella decorated with cat ears in her hands. I looked at her for a moment. Her clothes were completely soaked from the splash of water earlier. I thought the little boy who used the cute umbrella earlier was a teenage girl. Very funny. When our eyes met, the girl averted her eyes, and I think she was afraid of me. I asked my subordinate, Chansu to pay for all the things I bought. When I passed the teenage girl, I stopped before her and put some money into her jacket pocket. I told her to buy new clothes. she seemed surprised by what I did. She said nothing until I got into my car and left the small convenience store.