At the bar located in the center of the city, where the multicolored flashing lights were everywhere, where the music made everyone care about nothing but enjoying themselves, in this bustling atmosphere, perhaps... losing 2, 3 people wouldn't matter.

At the men's restroom in the third corridor, where there was a sea of blood and several corpses of men, their bodies had a few bullet marks. At least 1, 2 marks, at most 5, 6 marks.

The silhouette of a man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette in his hand, with a bloody gun and a dirty white shirt... Ronald Herder, a cold-blooded Mafia boss, was sipping his cigarette, enjoying the cruel scene he had just caused.

He kept a cold expression, still thinking about which underlings to call to clean up the corpses, when the smoke from his cigarette mixed with the strong smell of blood, suddenly... the restroom door opened.

He turned to look and saw a man...or rather, a young man walking in. An guy, seemingly a college or high school student, looking very young and...very beautiful, very attractive and adorable.

Hmm...how many years has it been since I suddenly felt this excited? Or is this...the first time?