Watching Bologue leave, Vika's smiling expression gradually cooled down, then another wilder and more fervent smile appeared on his face, with a touch of madness.
Vika, who was always steady and rational, was unimaginable in such a state, like a madman.
He hummed a tune, muttering to himself, "Mr. Lazarus, you're still not attentive to details, did you miss even this?"
Vika casually placed the wine glass aside, the glass wobbled, rolling on the bar, then shattered to pieces.
The piercing shattering sound caught the attention of many people, they all looked at Vika with surprise in their eyes, seemingly the first time Vika had broken a glass since everyone's known him.
Vika paid no mind to the broken glass, not even glancing at it, his demeanor completely changed, as if his inner soul had switched.
Taking steps towards the shadowy doorway, as he approached, a strong scent of blood seeped through the door crack, with faint traces of blood on the floor.
