First message
They don’t call me the king for nothing. I’ve spent years building a reputation of the most feared man. I stand over my latest victim holding a gun to his head. The man pleads under my boot. You steal from me you die. I shoot not giving the man to speak further. I kick the corpse away and signal to my men to dispose of it. I pull out a cigar and light it blowing a puff of smoke into the heavens.