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!

the trigger

Mr Lang had

man heard a voice next to his ear

"Too slow."

neck.

hesitation,

man's neck.

stood there and

in charge?" he

dies if I

of his voice sounded calm but the words that he had spoken were hardly calming at all. In fact, they were filled with

on a man's

willing to talk

killer with a dispassionate look on his face, Mr Lang did not

PAK!

PAK!

as Mr Lang stepped and broke their necks mercilessly. The

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a horrifying, merciless killer. They had never seen a man more terrifying.

me who's in charge

his feet. The man was going to die next if he were to slam his

the man beneath his feet finally broke and confessed in a

me. I'm in charge

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