There have been a lot of personnel changes within the Black Gold Gang.
Fortunately, the gang is in a period of rapid expansion, with plenty of businesses and manpower to offer promotion opportunities.
Like the underground fighting tournaments.
Their scale and venues are continuously increasing, with each division having its own leader to run and manage.
"Reck is such an asshole. Oh, that last venue was managed by Reck, the bastard promised it'd just be a way to relax, boxing a few rounds to relieve stress, almost got totally screwed up..."
Reck and Camper are both newly-promoted leaders.
Jilead swore, his artificial eye flickering, likely processing some information.
Now he's a gang leader, with territory and a bunch of subordinates, no longer the low-level hoodlum wearing flashy hoodies in front of cheap apartments.
"...Wait a sec, John, did you get into trouble?"
Jilead suddenly turned his head suspiciously, as if he'd caught wind of something.
