With a swish, a splash of blood flew out, and the king looked incredulously at the girl whose moves were unbelievably agile. Is she with Rogers' gang?
So it has been calculated long ago, is that so? No wonder she seemed a bit different, she shouldn't be in A District.
In this place, fighting, brawling, and even gun battles are common things, so the few people scattered in the bar didn't find it strange; they just finished their drinks and left.
After all, knives and guns don't have eyes. If they don't leave, they might be waiting for someone to come and collect the corpses.
Looking at the situation, it seems quite serious.
The empty bar counter was deserted, with even the bartender gone, leaving only one man sitting there.
He turned his head and took off his hat, revealing a deeply chiseled face.
"My daughter, where is she?" His sharp lips curled into a dazzling and sarcastic arc, a father's pride was evident.
