All of the Black Skulls took noted of Dylan's words at that moment.
At first, he had just won over their loyalty through an oath. But working with him and watching him deal with underserving pieces of shit like David and some members of the Yellow Eagle Gang, he had successfully won over their hearts with his sincerity and ruthlessness.
"Listen to my words and you will be treated with respect like human," Dylan said smoothly, stepping over one of the cooling corpses without a second glance. "I pay well, I protect my own, and I ensure everyone gets a fair piece of the pie. But make no mistake, I am running a business, not a charity, and certainly not a haven for scum."
"Depending on how you act, I can be both the saint and the devil." Dylan let his words sink in before relaxing his posture, the suffocating aura vanishing as fast as it had appeared.
