"Guess who I am?"
Ye Xiong pulled down Kassoff's mask, revealing a Western face in his thirties.
"Kassoff, you don't look much like your dead brother. Were you not born to the same father, or maybe not the same mother? But it seems quite normal in the West. Even this kind of lascivious masquerade party, you could manage to throw. Does your family often play these kinds of depraved games too?"
"You're Reaper?" Kassoff asked in shock.
The thugs in the hall reacted and all surrounded him, pointing their guns at Ye Xiong.
"Put the boss down now."
"If you dare touch the boss, we'll make sure you have no place to be buried."
Crack!
Ye Xiong swiftly drew his gun and shot the talking thug in the head, his accurate marksmanship startling the remaining guards.
"Who else wants to make sure I can't be buried?" Ye Xiong asked.
The ferocity of Ye Xiong frightened the thugs; they all sought cover, none daring to speak.
