Chapter One- Hundrend And One

"Why?"

The white and well-furnished furniture in the bar had suddenly turned red.

The men all looked towards Rashy, who was holding the pistol and breathing heavily, and opposite her were two bodies lying flat on the ground.

One was still breathing, while the other was plain dead, with the head on the wall staining it with bl@@d.

The one who was plain but still breathing was Ryan.

The incident had turned around. Sasha had shot the lady in her head, which led to her falling and hitting her head on the wallpapered wall and staining it with her blood. Ryan was happy and wanted to thank her when she suddenly shot him in the shoulder.

"Nothing really important. I am sure my father would be happy if you died right here and now. But Mr. Smith won't be."

"So you are walking for Mr. Smith, huh?" Ryan grinned, holding his shoulder, trying to slow down the escaping blood, which continually dripped.

"I feel like you really care. Hey Jessica, should we finish him up?" Rashy said as Jessica walk