Rodrigo (Chino Ántrax)

Golden lights illuminated the entrance of the exclusive club in Culiacán. Outside, a line of guests waited patiently, but when Rodrigo Aréchiga Gamboa arrived, the atmosphere changed. A convoy of black armored trucks parked in front of the entrance, and he stepped out of one of them: "El Chino Ántrax," impeccable as always.

He wore a custom-made Italian suit, Ferragamo shoes, and a gold Rolex, which gleamed under the lights of the venue. His presence commanded respect. The guards immediately stepped aside, and the guests murmured his name as he advanced with a confident stride. Around him, several women watched with admiration his athletic figure and elegant bearing.

Without even asking, they gave him the best table in the club, surrounded by champagne bottles and a band playing in the background. He leaned back in his seat, lit a cigarette, and with a wry smile observed the atmosphere. He knew that that night, like many others, the party would revolve around him.