"Rat-a-tat-tat…"
The south city club was heavily involved in illegal activities, so it was very normal to possess a gun when you frequented it. In addition to that, its level of confidentiality and security increased with each ascending floor level.
The moment the elevator bell rang, before the door even opened, the black-suited bodyguards were so nervous that they fired their heavy machine guns at the metal doors.
One of them was so scared that he opened fire while screaming, "Go to hell!"
However, when the door opened fully, everyone was dumbfounded.
Sh*t!
Where was he?
The ceiling of the elevator showed no signs of being opened, nor was there anybody on the ceiling.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they rejoiced and assumed that the killer had either left, or gone to the sixth floor.
"Big boss, there's no one in the…"
