Chapter 65 Wars

• The war started with a single gunshot. By the time the sun rose over the city, blood had already stained the streets.
• Giovanni stood at the top of an abandoned high-rise, staring down at the chaos he had unleashed. Fires raged in the distance—warehouses, businesses, and fronts that had once belonged to Dimitry, now nothing but smoldering ruins. The scent of gasoline and gunpowder lingered in the cold morning air, and the distant wail of sirens only added to the symphony of destruction.
• This was what Dimitry had asked for.