Green District, George Poker Casino.
"Ah!"
With a scream, a silhouette was blasted by a massive force onto the ceiling, crashing precisely into the side of the crystal chandelier. There was an immediate clatter, and the top of the chandelier swung violently. Eventually it fell together with the figure, smashing heavily onto the floor.
With a clink, the sparkling crystal chains shattered all over the place.
Intertwined in the debris was thick, fresh blood.
The light was broken, darkening the area somewhat. But it didn't matter, for the George Casino had numerous such crystal chandeliers.
People could still clearly see the scenes in each corner.
A few minutes ago, there were over thirty Blood Spirit Association members, either gun-carrying humans or incorruptible-level members or entirely cloaked immortal-level entities. Now, however, they all lay on the ground like dead dogs, their chests showing no signs of breathing.
