Not many members of the princes of chaos that would risk going into black king territory without a least five other guys, let alone going by themselves. Of course, it was exactly this kind of shit that Max where he was in the gang. Out of everyone he was the only one with the guts to take on the crazy-ass stuff that was sometimes required, or at least the most suicidal. Coming from a member of the princes of chaos, a gang known to be one for spreading disorder and pain for the sheer hell of it, this was saying a lot.
He was near one of the hangouts of their rivals, keeping an eye on things from the seat of his car. For once though, he wasn't doing it for his gangs sake. It was more personal than that.
For a long time now their gang had been trying to force the black kings to give up control, no longer wanting to share the city with them. Max could tell things would get ugly soon, and like everyone else was itching to spill someone's blood, but had a personal stake in the outcome: his sister.
Not many people knew that Max's sister was part of the rival gang, something Max tried to keep from spreading. With the way things were going though he knew he had to do something to get her back, whether she wanted to or not.