A bald, skinny, shirtless white man was in a very dark room, illuminated only by a single lamp.
His entire body and face were covered in all kinds of tattoos.
The largest tattoo was on his back and read:
"I live for my mother, I die for my gang."
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The man was deeply focused, skinning a man alive on a metal table. The man on the table stared at him, screaming but unable to make a sound.
The tattooed man ignored the tears of pain streaming from the man's eyes.
"Sir," a gang member entered the room and, without a word, showed him a video and then the news about it.
"Bring me his head and his family's," the man ordered without flinching or stopping his gruesome task.
"Sir, no one knows his identity or his family's."
"Give the order to all our guys in Venzia to kill him." The man cut off one of the table-bound man's arms with a dull knife. "Once they kill him, they'll see his face. Then they'll find his family and kill them too."
"Yes, sir," the gang member nodded and left.
