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The alley swallowed Gun Park’s silhouette, his polished shoes silent on cracked pavement. Neon flickered above, clashing with his quiet authority. Muffled bass vibrated through walls, matching the arrogance of the gang he came to dismantle. Sentries loitered near the entrance, wary as he approached. He didn’t stop. A shift of weight, a precise strike to the throat—one crumpled. Knuckles met another’s jaw, sending him slumping against the wall. No cry, no scuffle. Gun adjusted his suit cuffs, pulled open the heavy steel door, and slipped into the club’s shadows. Inside, neon danced across smoke and laughter. Gun stood at the edge, a tiger among men. His sharp gaze cut through the haze to the VIP area, where leaders lounged in stolen glory. He remained a specter, unnoticed but und…