Kapitel 475: Night of Harvest (4000)_2

A dozen seconds later, he stepped over the corpse and leisurely headed towards the hotel entrance. Rubbing his right hand, he scattered the greyish-white powder into the air like the ashes of a burned life.

Inside the Roman Hotel, on the hallway. Two men in black were on duty when they heard the sound of a door opening and turned their heads. Slap! Two fingers, like lightning, each pressed against the temples of the men, then slowly retracted to the side of his leg.

The men in black leaned against the wall left and right, their expressions frozen in that single moment. Continuously, from the position of their temples, red warm liquid slid down, even wetting the shoulders with some white.

A pair of hands held on their faces, a terrifying vibration circulated and accumulated between the two, marvelously endless.

Tap... tap...

Although the hotel hallway was carpeted with soft rugs, if someone had walked swiftly, it still made a faint noise.