Chương 145: His Highness’ Thought Process

"Whoosh…"

The rain outside was torrential. Within the blockaded casino, bright red drops scattered continuously like rain.

Like precious rubies, they splattered onto the expensive carpet, staining the dark red fabric with an unsettling hue while exuding a nauseating odor.

A headless body stood, stock-still, as raindrops spouted from the throat like a fountain. Then, the body slowly collapsed.

All around this headless body, corpses littered the floor. The mystifying thing was, these corpses were all missing limbs. There was even one that was severed cleanly in half from head to toe.

The boundless rain spread out, forming fresh, vivid puddles on the red carpet.

As the last fighting died, the rain within the casino stopped.

Currently, within ten meters of where Chen Chen stood, only two people were standing.

Leo Foster and Davis Wilson.