In the luxurious master bedroom, Mr. Leff was given a nasty fright when Dick Muse suddenly sprang upright.
But he was, after all, the helmsman of a branch of the Los Santos family who had weathered countless storms. Even when faced with such a bizarre situation, he did not lose his composure.
Mr. Leff instantly drew an exquisitely engraved Colt Rattlesnake revolver from his breast and, without a word, fired at Dick Muse's forehead!
The distance was extremely close, and the shot struck dead-on. Dick Muse's forehead burst open, spraying blood and brain matter.
Yet Dick Muse did not fall. He still wore that eerie smile.
"Master, over here!"
The dark-skinned butler, possessed of a powerful physique, hurriedly pointed toward the window leading to the bedroom balcony. At the same time, the black butler already held a Glock 17 in his hand, poised for tactical fire!
In this country, weapons were plentiful. There was nothing strange about a butler and the owner of a mansion carrying guns!
Without the slightest hesitation, Mr. Leff immediately ran toward the bedroom balcony window under the butler's cover... He pushed the window open in an instant.
The cold wind billowed Mr. Leff's nightclothes, but his expression suddenly changed.
His bedroom was on the third floor of the mansion, at most ten meters above the ground... But was this really the height of a third floor?
Beyond the balcony was a bottomless cliff!
Mr. Leff could not help drawing in a sharp breath. He gripped the balcony railing tightly and looked down at the terrifying abyss, his heart pounding... Amid his terror, a trace of confusion surfaced—was this trying to make him kill himself?
"Master?!"
The butler's voice came from behind.
Mr. Leff took a deep breath, silently walked back from the balcony, and waved