Over a year later, on a dark and windy night fit for murder.
Dressed in a black bodysuit, A Luo appeared inside a lavishly decorated villa.
With a few nimble leaps, she slipped past the patrolling guards and ghosted silently into the villa's master bedroom.
In the moonlight, she saw a fat, bloated man sleeping soundly on the large bed.
A cold smile curled A Luo's lips as she casually drew a gleaming dagger.
To ensure the man on the bed could savor his feast of death, A Luo summoned her latest creation, a little device that enveloped the entire room.
In an instant, the room seemed to peel away from its original dimensional space-time, leaving them inside a small, transparent box.
Had anyone else been present, they would only have seen A Luo and the sleeping man vanish into thin air.
The dagger sliced across the man's chest, opening the first wound on his body.
At last, the man jolted awake from his pleasant dreams.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Help! Is anyone there?"
"Help!"
A Luo listened silently to his hysterical cries, slicing him over and over until he became a huge, blood-drenched mound of flesh that could only writhe and struggle.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"What have I ever done to you? If you want to kill me, just kill me! Why torture me like this?"
At that, A Luo finally paused the death by a thousand cuts she had prescribed for these beasts.
"You're asking me?"
The girl seized the fat man by his collar and leaned close to that damned face, her eyes blazing.
"Two years ago, to secure connections in the casino business, Vito Corleone invited you and Lester, the man behind the