Inside the Magia Gang's last remaining base in Hell's Kitchen.
"Hammerhead" Joseph Haro slumped onto a sofa in a sorry state. His suit was tattered and covered in blood, and even the iron skull he had always been so proud of had a noticeable dent in it.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Joseph Haro roared and smashed over the coffee table in front of him. Ash and liquor splashed everywhere, some of it landing on him and leaving him looking even more bedraggled.
No matter how hard he tried, Joseph Haro couldn't understand why the Demon Gang, which didn't even operate in Hell's Kitchen, was so determined to hound him to death. They had completely ignored his attempts to make peace, their attitude amounting to, "I'm gonna fucking kill you."
"Joseph, let's just run. Leave New York, leave America. We can go to Canada, Italy, or even back to Russia. I don't believe Negative can chase us all the way to Russia!"
An equally bedraggled member of the Magia Gang made the suggestion to Joseph Haro.
Most of those still left in the Magia Gang were veterans who had followed Joseph Haro from the very beginning, or old friends he had known in Russia and invited to America to make their fortunes together.
The rest of his men had long since seen the writing on the wall and left the Magia Gang. Joseph Haro no longer had the strength or energy to hold them accountable.
"You want me to slink back home with my tail between my legs?!"
Joseph Haro glared at the man who had made the suggestion, his eyes bloodshot.
"What else can we do? Stay here and fight Negative to the bitter end? We don't stand a chance!"
The gang member wasn't intimidated by Joseph at