Kruger stood outside, with twenty of his men guarding him. He noticed Richardson, coming out, along with ten other people. Richardson was dragging a body behind him.
"Where is my son, Richardson?" Kruger asked.
Richardson threw the dead body at his feet. 
"There. Your son." One of his guards got out a folding chair and plomped it on the ground. Richardson sat on it pompously. I didn't know what the fuck was I still doing here.

His daughter was looking at the events unfolding from her room window, shock writ on her face. Kruger looked at the dead body and stiffened. All of his guards aimed their guns at Richardson. 
"Your son fucked my daughter, in my fucking house, in my fucking turf without thinking twice. I would like to call him brave, but I don't want to."
Kruger was still staring at the body and sniffed. 
"He was my son, Richie. Not some fucking gangbanger." 
Richardson sat forward and looked at him menacingly.
"I don't give a shit."

Kruger looked at him and ordered his men to pick up the body and drove out of the neighborhood. There was no mercy in this world. You fuck up, you die.
"Kruger is gonna bring all his men here. We have to be ready." Derrick said.
Richardson looked at him and nodded. He turned towards us and said, "You guys are going to fight, and I will make the deal fairer."
Now what was he on about? He just asked us to fucking risk our lives for selling dope. Robin nodded. I started to protest, when Robin stopped me. He took me away and said, " If we don't fight with him, we are still gonna die. But if we do, we have a fucking chance of surviving and getting a good deal at his drugs."
"Man, you fucking care about the drugs still?"
Robin had already left and reached one of the dumpsters. A shotgun was produced and he threw it to me. He got out another and reloaded the gun.

In an hour, seventy men arrived, all in vehicles and threw molotovs at the houses, which caught fire immediately. They got out of the vehicles and Kruger was facing Richardson in no time, both of their men locking horns at each other. Richardson had the numeric advantage, with a hundred men.
I got out of my covering and shot at the first person I saw. I heard another scream on my right and immediately turned and shot there. Another man fell. I walked through the gun fire and shot three men simultaneously. I stood and reloaded the gun completely, just in time to see a man attacking me from the left and shot him in the face.

It was over in a few minutes. Kruger was on his knees, heavily blooded. Richardson went over to him and whispered in his ear, " I am sorry for your son, man." And with that, he finished him. The vehicles were taken by the gang members and parked in their own garages. The bodies were thrown away. It was all cleared up in a few minutes.
"Now, lets talk about the deal shall we?" Richardson looked at us and smiled.