Watching Irving's departing figure, Alan collapsed to the ground, completely drained.
Looking around, the corpses scattered all over emitted a strong stench of blood. Right in front of him, Addison still had his eyes wide open, filled with terror and resentment. He probably didn't understand, even at the moment of his death, why Irving would go back on his word...
No one knew how much time had passed when the thugs from downstairs finally rushed up and helped Alan up from the ground.
"Alan!" the thug with yellow-dyed hair shouted angrily. "That guy doesn't seem to be from Starling City. Should I take the brothers and go kill him now?"
The eyes of the surrounding thugs also turned to Alan.
This bar was their turf, and no one had ever dared to cause trouble here. If word got out, the other underground gangs would laugh their heads off.
"Kill him?" Alan glanced at him coldly.
