"Whoosh!"
A sharp weapon darted through the air.
It grazed past Calvin Lawson's ear, leaving a trail of blood.
He touched the wound on his ear and looked up.
Under the moonlit night.
Len Hawthorne stood, leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Several figures appeared behind him as if on cue.
Their appearance.
Somehow gave off an indomitable oppressive feeling.
Calvin Lawson took a step back, "Slaughter Squad."
Len cast a glance at Austin Godfrey, "Godfrey Family, let this go."
Austin understood that he was referring to not pursuing this matter happening in Lych City.
The Godfrey Family did not seek others' approval in their affairs.
They only did what was right.
Although the other party was ungrateful.
"Captain Hawthorne, I just so happened to be passing by, who would have known the Godfrey's and a witch from Western Europe would meet at the Winston Family Ruins."
Calvin's words hinted at shifting the blame.
Austin furrowed his brow slightly.