Peck Nash finally found a window that hadn't been locked. The young man glanced around, ensuring that the wall shielded him from the street, and then his figure disappeared—in the next second, the young man who appeared inside the small building sniffed the air.
The smell of blood.
He drew his revolver from his waist and ascended the stairs, pushing open the door on the third floor.
Two unlucky devils lay dead by the window, one with their head split open by a bullet, the other by a hatchet.
Interesting.
Peck Nash looked up, and within his view, he could see more fallen figures and an expanse of red on the fourth floor.
Death truly knows no restraint.
......
Durin approached the young Lynx, tied to the beam, his face swollen and bruised, with numerous whip marks covering his body.
"Yumi Saliend," Durin asked.
Gunshots sounded behind him; clearly, Higgins was finishing off the wounded.
