The man cried out, then began to struggle fiercely but to no avail.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you cause a scene? Kill him!" someone yelled. The men in the casino charged at Mr Lang, a few of them grabbing baseball bats and knives stashed in the corner before rushing at the intruder ferociously.

Mr Lang turned and threw them a glance. The look in his eyes turned cold.

He snapped the neck of the man in his grip and threw the corpse aside like a piece of trash.

"Trash," scoffed Mr Lang before he waded into the crowd like a wolf stepping into a flock of sheep.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Within a minute, the floor was littered with the sprawling bodies of men who had had their arms snapped or their legs crushed.

Screams of pain filled the air.

Mr Lang stood in the middle of the room and asked coolly, "Who's in charge?"

Behind the door stood a dark-skinned man. He was panting slightly and had a gun in his hand. He suddenly rushed out from his hiding spot and aimed his gun at Mr Lang.

BANG!

trigger without

Lang

heard a voice next to his ear

"Too slow."

the man's neck. "You

any hesitation, he

man's neck.

there and

charge?" he

dies if I don't get an

words that he had spoken were hardly calming at all. In fact,

Lang stepped on a man's

willing to

coldblooded killer with a dispassionate look on his

PAK!

PAK!

more men died in a similar fashion as Mr Lang stepped and broke

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from. What a horrifying, merciless killer. They had never

who's in charge

foot and threw a glance at the man beneath his feet.

Mr Lang could do anything, the man beneath his feet

I'm in charge

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