The air was thick with the smell of blood.
Occasional screams seemed like ghosts laughing heartily.
The Red Tiger Gang gunmen were all fearing for their lives, extremely tense as if trapped in a dark ice cellar.
Whenever a shadow flickered, they would fire a hail of bullets without hesitation.
Even instances of friendly fire occurred, which they completely ignored.
A gunman with a tense face stared intently at a rustling sound from a certain direction.
Suddenly, he realized something and slowly turned his head.
Only to see a ghostly face with eyes glowing red, tilting its head to look at him.
He opened his mouth in fright, and in an instant, a dagger pierced his throat, silencing him permanently.
Before blood could spurt, the blade was swiftly withdrawn.
The ghoul seemed to fade back into the darkness, moving silently towards another nearby person.
In this quiet process of slaughter, someone finally couldn't handle the pressure.
