Raymond sneered. "Now, I'm the new boss of the Gray River Gang."
Dozens of core members of the Gray River Gang crowded into the basement, which measured over a hundred square meters. They exchanged looks, not daring to speak, and watched Raymond in shock and uncertainty.
At the very front of the crowd, the Gray River Gang's other eight Supes sat around a round table, watching Raymond with equally tense expressions.
Raymond pointed at the gang leader's corpse and looked around at the eight of them.
"You all saw that, right? I only need the blink of an eye to kill him. That goes for you, too."
"What right did this piece of trash have to boss us Supes around? Were you really happy with that?"
"We fucking work ourselves to death making tens of millions of dollars a month, and what does he do? Reaps all the rewards. He was so damn stingy that we even had to hold our meetings in this stinking basement, and he had the nerve to call it keeping a low profile."
His words quickly struck a chord with the Supes, and they nodded in agreement.
They were all seasoned gangsters. How could they truly be loyal to any one person?
And even gaining superpowers hadn't changed their greedy natures or narrow outlooks.
Soon, someone started chanting, "Boss Raymond! Boss Raymond!"
"We're willing to follow you."
"Boss, good riddance! I've been sick of that piece of trash for ages."
They all declared their willingness to follow Raymond.
Next came the gang's ordinary foot soldiers. Some were willing to join, while others weren't.
Those who weren't were physically sent to the next world by Raymond's yellow Heat Vision.
Once the dust settled, Raymond waved a hand. "Bring me the remaining Compound V. I'll lead you