Bruno's face was smeared with blood from the butt of a gun. He clutched his head, wailing in agony.
At this sight, the first person rose and ran towards the door. Inspired by this act of defiance, the second and third followed suit, rushing towards the exit of the hall. No one who had come to enjoy the feast wanted to die.
"Hey, don't leave!" Valerie pleaded, her heart racing. She had painstakingly organized this banquet to boost her image and show off, and now it was all being ruined.
Gathering her courage, she stepped forward and spoke in a soft, persuasive tone, "Gentlemen, we're hosting a feast today. Could you please take your business elsewhere?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the bald man impatiently aimed his gun at Valerie's head. The cold gleam of the barrel terrifie
