A desolate suburb.
An abandoned warehouse.
Lude Johnsons is lying amidst the jumbled concrete bags, covered in blood, his eyes heavy, hanging by a thread.
Suddenly, he has lost all awareness of his surroundings.
Even.
A middle-aged woman, accompanied by a young man, swaggered up to him, the woman stomped harshly on his bloodied hand, and he showed no reaction.
As if a dying man...
"Mom, what do we do with him?" The young man curled his lips and asked indifferently.
"Edbert, what do you think?"
The woman sat on a vacant bamboo chair nearby, crossing her legs leisurely, her pitch-black eyes flickering with a venomous gleam.
Bodyguards in black on either side lit her cigarette, and her crimson lips expertly held the long, white cigarette like a lollipop.
"He's Julian's brother, my enemy, naturally, he must be killed." Dilbert Walker's pair of blue eyes also glowed bloodthirstily.
