His gaze finally settled on the indifferent young man holding a blood-dripping short blade.
There was no killing intent.
Not even a flicker of emotion.
It felt as though he had not been the one who had just severed more than a dozen hands in the most primitive, bloody way imaginable.
As though he were merely a passerby, an onlooker with nothing to do with it.
Carlos had spent twenty years in the underworld and spilled more blood than he could count. He considered his heart iron-hard, long since accustomed to life and death.
Yet now, under the gaze of those azure eyes devoid of any human emotion, an uncontrollable tremor rose from the depths of his soul. Like a cold front from Siberia, it swept through every cell in his body!
No human could possess that speed! And those were certainly not the eyes of a mortal!
That was the indifference of a deity looking down on ants, the coldness of a devil passing judgment on sin!
Thud!
As Ricardo stared as though he had seen a ghost, his older brother Carlos-the man who had terrorized San Francisco's underworld and treated human lives as worthless-buckled at the knees and dropped straight to the floor!
He raised both hands above his head and, in the most devout, abject posture imaginable, slammed his forehead against the cold concrete.
His trembling voice, thick with tears, rang through the blood-soaked warehouse.
"L-Lord Devil!"
"No! Are... are you the emissary God sent to punish us for our sins?"
Carlos babbled incoherently. He could no longer tell whether the being before him was a god or a devil.
He only knew that this was absolute power-something he could neither comprehend nor resist!
Chen Lin raised an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events.
*This guy