Alexander walked toward the foreign man, his right foot stepping down on the man's chest.
The foreigner felt his chest struck as though by a sledgehammer, pain surged through him, followed by a stream of fluid rising up his throat. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I, I'm wrong, cough, I won't run anymore, I won't run anymore."
"Where is Puckett?"
Alexander asked coldly.
"Behind the service counter, in the surveillance room, please don't kill me!"
Alexander sneered and kicked the side of the man’s head, causing his head to twist to the side as he stopped breathing.
"Master, do you want to go to the surveillance room to find Puckett?"
Nico stepped forward to ask.
"Of course, we have to go collect the bets."
Nico was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected that
