Lakasha, who was picking women in the rear cabin, also heard the second gunshot. His brows furrowed as he realized things were not that simple.
He slipped the antidote in his hand into his pocket, drew a pistol, disengaged the safety, and cautiously headed toward the front cabin.
As for the woman beside him, he casually tossed her aside.
Having already taken the antidote, she had regained consciousness, though a large bump had formed on her head from the blow and her arms only twitched weakly.
"Klaue? I think that guy in the warehouse mentioned that name to me that day. Looks like he's connected to Kai. It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?"
Leo remembered the name shouted by the man lying in a pool of blood in the warehouse that day.
Momentarily distracted, he lightly waved his hand. Two silver Metal Darts pierced straight through Miller's chest.
They did not hit his heart directly, only leaving him in unbearable agony. He lay helplessly on the sofa as blood filled his chest cavity and seeped into his abdomen, leaving him unable to make another sound.
Seeing the terrified looks in the eyes of the people around him, Leo had no reason to show mercy.
He turned and headed toward the rear cabin. The pistols pressed against their heads all fell to the floor.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the two Metal Darts floating in the air became flashes of lightning and shot through every throat, sending up sprays of blood.
All six clutched their necks with both hands and collapsed to the ground in agony, fresh blood flowing through the gaps between their fingers.
None of them could make a sound. All that awaited them were Death's approaching footsteps.
The Metal Darts