"Hurry!"
"Hurry up!"
"Let's have a look at who the hell has the guts to cause trouble on our turf before we kill him!"
A group of men charged into the casino. They looked terrifying, with guns in their hands and a murderous look on their faces.
The leader of the group didn't hesitate at all when he walked into the casino and saw Mr Lang. Without saying a single word, he pulled the trigger. But Mr Lang vanished instantly!
The man kneeling before Mr Lang cried out then. "That doesn't work on him at all! Stop! You're just going to get yourselves killed!"
He was too late.
A decapitated human head flew into the air. Alongside it were sprays of hot blood.
Mr Lang left beheaded corpses and gruesome deaths in his wake.
He was simply too fast for them!
No one could catch him. He was more terrifying than a feral beast.
Within a blink of an eye, a dozen men were dead on the floor.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Blood was everywhere.
It was on the floors, on the walls, on the tables and chairs, and even on the mob boss Jerry's face...
It was an absolute bloodbath!
Jerry's face had turned pale with terror.
He was the leader of the most powerful underground presence in the region. No one had dared to challenge his leadership and cause trouble on his turf. In fact, no one would have dared to kill his men so flagrantly.
The man before him must be a monster!
He was drenched in cold sweat and losing his grip on his gun.
This was absolutely terrifying!
SWOOSH...
Before he could do anything, a sudden wind swept towards him. Jerry felt his heart skip a beat. It was as if he had fallen into an icy river. His entire body shivered and felt weak. "Are you the man in charge?"
Mr Lang's eyes were like the eyes of a demon, sending waves of terror coursing through Jerry's body as they stared into Jerry's eyes.
"Yes..."
Before he could say another word, the mob boss felt a sudden dizziness. It was as if he had just
descended into sudden slumber.
When he woke up again the nenet
moment, his eyes had lost all fight in them. He appeared to have been hypnotized.
"Master, what is your command?" Jerry lowered his head and asked dutifully.
"Very good." Mr Lang nodded. "I need you to find something for me."
"Whatever it is that the master wishes me to find, I will find it," said Jerry.
He was like an expressionless, wooden puppet that had no thought or emotion to call his own, a servant who obeyed Mr Lang's every word.
Mr Lang threw a glance at him before eying the men cowering behind their mob boss.
"I need more men to do the job," said Mr Lang coolly. "Find more men so that you can find what I want you to find as quickly as possible." "Yes, master," replied Jerry obediently.
Jerry immediately instructed his men to clean up the casino and find accommodation for Mr Lang. He also told them to recruit more men.
That was because what Mr Lang was looking for wasn't going to be easy to locate. He needed more men, more resources and more eyes on the lookout for what he sought. Just like that, chaos suddenly erupted in the underground world in North America, New Mexico.
Meanwhile, in Donghai.
Butler Zhao's information network encompassed the entire world. If something huge happened, he would know about it.
He had received news of commotion in New Mexico as soon as it had occurred. He immediately sent men to look into the matter and find out exactly what was going on.
"There's been some sort of sudden
commotion in the underground
scene in New Mexico. The city's been relatively quiet for some time. Everyone was getting along just fine. I have no idea what happened," reported the agent.
"Something must be behind the commotion," grunted Butler Zhao. "Keep looking. Send back all information as soon as you get them. I'm going to speak to Mr Jiang now."
He sought out Jiang Ning without any delay and shared the news with him.
Jiang Ning had told him to inform him of all upheavals across the globe because he knew that Mr
Lang wasn't going to waste any time in making his next move once he had recovered from his injuries.
The man must know that Jiang Ning wasn't the only man after his life. Peter Pan wanted him dead as well!