Wesley's words struck fear into the hearts of the enraged gangsters, causing them to huddle together, trembling in terror. The scene resembled a group of Emperor penguins, clustered together for warmth in the bitter Antarctic winter winds.
Charlie couldn't help but hide a secret grin as he observed their palpable fear. These gangsters, who once boasted of their fearlessness, now cowered like cornered animals.
Dealing with malevolent forces such as the United States required a ruthless approach. If they wielded a knife, you brandished a gun; if they raised a gun, you targeted their entire kin. Moralizing was futile, for the underworld seldom adhered to such principles. Morality was a stricter code of conduct than the law, while all illegal acts breached morality, not every moral breach was necessarily illegal.
Every ill-gotten penny the gangsters amassed was a product of their disregard for the law. If they held no reverence for the law, how could morality sway them?
Hence, the most effective method to confront such individuals was to be even more unyielding than they were. Yet, Charlie was aware that his intimidation alone wasn't sufficient for these gang members.
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