The bright red blood dripped down his cheeks, and the deep and narrow eyes exuded a murderous aura that could cover the heavens. This was the most chaotic place in the whole of Las Vegas, so whether he died here or killed others, it would be hard to trace anything back. It seemed that Big Head George wanted to keep him in Las Vegas forever this time.
With a raised leg, the wooden door was kicked open hard, and the scene he saw filled his deep eyes with intense pain and pity. Immediately followed by an overwhelming cold killing aura, like the hardest and coldest frost emitting extremely cold beams in the night.
