"Ah—!"
A sharp piece of glass plunged directly into the bald man's face. He screamed miserably and wanted to cover his face, yet he dared not touch it. Blood slid down his pitted face.
Lu Xiao clasped the edge of the balcony outside the window with both hands and kicked through the glass to roll on the ground before bursting in.
This commotion caused the group of people playing poker at the table to jump up, all except for the one called Brother Wu.
When the bald man finally saw who was coming, he suddenly stretched out a trembling finger, his eyes widening in shock, "You, you—"
Lu Xiao rose to his feet, his tall stature blocking the light from the balcony, casting his face into shadow, emanating a cold, deadly aura—!
Like the King of Hell.
He slowly raised his head, taking in the scene before him.
The chaos inside, the cage in the corner, the air thick with the smell of blood and rotting flesh, revealed at a glance what kind of hideout this was!