31 Dragon Claw (1/2)

The rest of the days passed breezily. Carl was learning to perfect the chicken pasta. It was funny to see him fail over and over again. At first he threw it away, later he forced himself to eat it because he didn't want to keep wasting the food. And as time passed, he improved. He learned to taste the food whilst cooking.

Even though it was just one food he knew how to prepare, he was proud of his achievement. It wasn't easy to cook, he made up his mind to never waste any food prepared by Kim. It took effort to make a dish, he wouldn't want to throw away her effort.

Finally, it was the first day of September. He had previously called for a meeting with all the members. With the information provided by Allan, he was able to group the members. They could work to the best of their ability under the new grouping. As there were 100 persons after the spies we're removed. He divided them into ten groups. Each group had ten persons.

He would send them to each state to gather information and also scout the area, for good businesses and gangs they could take over.

This was an easy way to spread into each state and build his influence. The gang were privileged to know his face and not the rest of the employees. As they were gathered, they were tensed because the last time they gathered, a few spies were rooted out. It was unnerving to stand in a silent hall. There was only one seat in front of them, they didn't know what to think.

As the clock ticked, some began sweating. What could the problem be. They didn't talk as usual as each person was thinking of the possibility of more spies within their group.

After standing for twenty minutes in silence, three men walked in, Carl, Allan and Allen. They were familiar with the H-brothers even though they were told never to call them that again. The change they saw in the brothers surprised them. Originally Allan had long hair, he would tie it up in a pony tail or a bun or even let it down, always styling his hair. He would wear sneakers, ripped jeans, tank top and a leather jacket. But know he looked professional. He actually cut his hair, that was the most shocking aspect. Who doesn't know how much he loves his hair?

Then Allen, most of the time, he was shirtless, bearing his tattoos, if he even wore something it was just a tank top. But now, he was actually covered. Looking professional. They could only observie the trio to see what they have in store for them.

Carl sat down on the only chair in the hall, his right hand propping his chin with his legs crossed in a comfortable pose. Allan was by his right, Allen his left. They were surprised seeing this. Who was the young man sitting down while their bosses stood by his side. Soon their questions were answered.

”This is the boss, his name is Carl. We work under him and so will you.” Allan said with his usual stoic expression. Once he he concluded, the members started murmuring. Asking each other if they knew about the new development and so on.

Carl was displeased by their chatter. Allen sensing his displeasure, shouted, ”Quiet.”