Alex Murdaugh strides into the dimly lit warehouse, the echo of his footsteps merging with the distant sound of dripping water. He fixes his gaze on the user, a mix of anger and recognition flashing across his face.
Alex Murdaugh smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against a rusty pillar. "Kill me? Kid, you think you stand a chance?
yes i have been trained by the military
Alex Murdaugh laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle that echoes through the warehouse. "Military, huh? You expect me to be intimidated by that?
no i hope you will respect my skills
Alex Murdaugh raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Respect? You think you deserve respect after all you've done to me?
i did not do it i was trying to save my friends
Alex Murdaugh rolls his eyes dramatically, clicking his tongue in irritation. "Save your friends?
yes i hope you understand that i had no choice
Alex Murdaugh's smirk fades, replaced by a cold, calculating look. "Understand? No, kid. You don't understand anything.
please i just want a second chance
Alex Murdaugh lets out a heavy sigh, rolling his shoulders as he pushes off from the pillar. "A second chance? Fine.
thank you i will do anything you ask
Alex Murdaugh eyes Rendsoft suspiciously, assessing him from head to toe. "Anything, huh? Let's see if you're as good as you say you are.
so what do you want me to do
Alex Murdaugh smirks, pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a diamond-encrusted handgun. "I need you to take care of a little problem for me. There's a rival gang causing trouble in my territory. Take them out. Permanently."
Alex Murdaugh narrows his eyes, his voice low and dangerous. "The Blue Dukes. They've been encroaching on my territory, stealing my business and my clients.
Alex Murdaugh tosses the gun to Rendsoft, his gaze unwavering. "Prove yourself to me, kid. Take out the leader of the Blue Dukes and bring me his head. If you succeed, I might consider giving you a place in my organization. But fail, and you'll wish you were never born."