Just then, a window in one of the rooms on the third floor of the motel was violently shoved open. A burly, bearded man with a tattoo on his shoulder stuck his head out and began cursing furiously at the street below.
After cursing for a few moments, he was still not satisfied. He casually grabbed an empty glass liquor bottle from the table and hurled it hard out the window, aiming at the car below that would not stop honking.
However, just as the bottle was about to hit the ground, it abruptly stopped about a meter above it, floating in midair as though caught by an invisible hand.
Then, with a bang that shook the air, the entire bottle shot straight back like a fired bullet.
The narrow neck plunged into the bearded man's wide-open mouth and burst out through the back of his skull.
The thick bottle had been driven completely into his mouth. His whole body froze for an instant before he crashed heavily onto the floor.
With a crack as the bottle's mouth at the back of his head struck the ground, the bottle instantly shattered, sharp glass shards scattering throughout his mouth.
But he could no longer feel any pain, because he had already lost his life.
Wu Heng, Sam, and Dean, who were staying in the two innermost rooms on the second floor, naturally heard the commotion outside as well.
Dean and Sam rushed to the window and happened to witness the bottle flying back and the burly man's curses cutting off abruptly.
Dean could not help muttering a curse. He quickly grabbed the shotgun beside the bed and moved to head downstairs. "Lilith is here!"
Sam grabbed his weapon as well, his face filled with guilt. He knew very well that the