It's Him, That's Him!

Midnight.

Los Santos was at its liveliest.

In the bustling city center stood a KTV named after Los Santos.

At that moment, Piyon and Kanzai were in one of Los Santos KTV's enormous private rooms.

Dozens of bodies lay sprawled across the extra-long, semicircular sofa.

The coffee table piled with food and drinks, the wall behind the sofa, the huge screen set into the wall—

Everything had been torn apart by gunfire, leaving countless bullet holes.

There had been 65 people in the room: 42 men and 23 women. Not one had survived.

Blood poured from the bullet-riddled bodies, filling the air with a foul, coppery stench.

"They're not Marshfolk. We came all this way for nothing."

Kanzai gave the grisly scene a cursory glance and immediately wanted to leave.

They had rushed over after hearing about a large-scale shootout, only to find it had nothing to do with the Fox River Prison inmates.

There was no point wasting time here.

Piyon said nothing. Unbothered by the sticky blood underfoot, she walked over to one of the bodies.

She looked down at the back of its head.

Amid the thick hair, an unremarkable Ball-Headed Needle stood out to Piyon.

"He did this one too? He's been busy."

Something flickered in Piyon's eyes.

Kanzai turned toward her. "Who?"

"A Zoldyck Family assassin."

Piyon looked away, her tone casual.

After watching the restaurant footage, she had found time to investigate Illumi's identity.

Perhaps because the Zoldyck Family never made a point of hiding who they were, it hadn't taken her much effort to trace Illumi back to them.

Now, the Ball-Headed Needle in the corpse's head told her who was responsible.

Kester got the better of him once. He's in Los Santos too this time. Surely he wouldn't...

A possibility suddenly occurred