Night had fallen, and the lights of New York sparkled under the night sky.
This city had legendary streets known as the global financial hub, as well as chaotic areas rife with evil and criminals.
In the Brooklyn District, inside a factory,
three people were hung by their hands, suspended off the ground, and a very muscular man with his upper body bare and wearing knuckle dusters relentlessly beat the hanging trio.
The sounds of fists and feet striking flesh, screams of pain, and gasps of breath mingled together, the scent of blood pervading the air.
Not far away, a man with a Mohawk sat in a chair smoking a cigar, coldly watching the scene.
The man wore a plaid shirt, the buttons on the chest completely undone, revealing a tattoo of a soaring eagle on his chest.
He took another puff of the cigar, stood up, and walked toward the three being beaten.
Seeing the man approach, the one delivering the beatings stopped and stepped aside.
