Milo looked up at Lance, half of the sky already soaked in thick black smoke, making the light on half of Lance's face slightly dim, while the right side was still bright with morning light. From his nose, the whole person seemed to be split into two parts.
One part was bathed in sunlight, his handsome and charming face making it hard to believe he was the largest gang leader in Likalai State.
The other part was shrouded in shadow, merging with it, or rather, at this moment, he was the shadow!
For some reason, Milo felt this way, yet he wasn't happy about his artistic intuition.
He knew he was doomed.
He thought back to the first time he killed someone.
It was when he was just sixteen, already starting to work for the family with his father.
A kid had somehow crept into their warehouse, stealing goods worth about five thousand bucks.
