Enzo crept in from the shadows listening to this young blood chatting about whatever the head he was chatting about. Something caught Enzo's ear as he listened in more. 'Just visit the dead and contact him directly to tell him to say sorry.' Enzo thought to himself this must be some kind of power to visit the dead. How does one just contact the dead? Tapped his chin trying to remember if any of the books upon books he had read had any such mention. Took out a cig from his inner pocket placing it between his lips. He strikes a match against his leg and brought it up to the cig. He took in a deep breath of the smoke for the cig and exhaled it from his nostrils. He leaned against the wall next to him as he continued to listen to these debates. 

Enzo noticed the speaker turn his attention to him. His eyebrow poked up as he looked at him. He took another drag of his cig and blew it towards the speaker. "Why would I have a reason to be mad? I am just listening to the conversations. Is that a crime child? Also, the last time I checked I had no blood relation to you so I don't understand why you are calling me bro?" 

Constipated looks at the delusional butt sore man who calls himself Hero. At first glance he thinks out loud "This is a shitty speech and reeks of childish nonsense." Yet you managed to put your foot in your mouth right here on these streets. 

I have no regrets what-so-ever concerning the late John Fareham. From giving him an opportunity that nobody on these shores would have done and putting him to rest. And you Mr Hero have confirmed my decision to be spot on to lay John to rest. I cannot help but to wonder what angers you more. John dead or John caught plotting. I imagine the latter beings that is why John is dead. 

You say you planned and plotted the recent deaths. Typical of you to want to take credit. Whatever way you want to spin this, the bottom line is John was caught. 

I do apologize for the five-hour delay on burying John. 

I’m not usually one to step in to this kind of chatter, but now that the dust has settled I’m a bit shaken up at your claims of “hitting your city hard and your friends”.

First of all, you weren’t the one running the whole matter anyway, just snagging the results as an act of your doing. Second, the city certainly wasn’t hit hard, nor were the “friends” per say. Those who died fell out of a matter of random choice and opportunity from my point of view, considering each of the two Chicago and two Vegas people who died, rest their souls, had absolutely fuck all to deal with you and whatever you spout about. You’d think hitting harder would do some serious damage, not murdering four random bystanders who otherwise mostly stuck to themselves.

Keep in mind a total of 0 people from Constipated were shot. The rogue doesn’t come from somewhere new either.

Otherwise, I enjoy a bit of bickering every now and then. It’s rather fun when the time calls for it.

Enzo took another drag from his cig, exhaling out again. This person continued to try to egg him on which in turn he smiled. "Why would I be upset when they betrayed my trust? When that happens you are met with steel. So no I am not upset." 

No, Hero I did not say  Constipated did as you would, I said you were a hypocrite for accusing people of doing what your bloodline constantly does. And in this act your bloodline has lost some respect from mine. Not that I think you care you lost some of my respect , it just feels good for me to say that out loud.