87 Sword Sect Arena

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Damn, these stories are getting out of hand, I only used the black mamba venom as it was the easiest method to do these jobs but to be called the Black Mamba.. It's something that is entirely out of hand. I must talk to that asshole Nitti about this name, I came up with the name Mark Jones but.. Ah fuck it, I don't care anymore. "Please sir, Boss is waiting for you.." the guard said as he opened the door towards Nitti's office. Even before I entered the office, I was overwhelmed, This guy's office has more bling than all of those young rappers in america combined! The entire wall was coloured in liquid gold! It looked shit but damn, this is a huge flex. The more I see this guy's stuff, the more I get pissed off. My day was going so good especially when I met Ms Smith, but now, it's back to shittyness. I walked in to see a huge bulky man at the side of the door, An ar-15 on him. I entered the room completely and was introduced by a pretty high pitched voice, "So.. The notorious black mamba finally comes to my domain.. Tell me black Mamba, How is my place?"

Thank You for reading my novel and bearing with my weird uploads, I'm still sick but fell a bit better now.