Chapter: 752

She reassured Susanna with a gentle pat on the shoulder. "The Glamour Club's doors are very strong. There's no need to worry."

Norah and Alice, on the other hand, were completely relaxed, enjoying their drinks.

The crowd at the door had thinned, yet a few persisted, guarding the entrance and pleading for it to be opened.

Susanna, still naive to the ways of wicked people, occasionally felt tempted to let them in.

“There aren't many out there. Just open the door. My bodyguards are still outside; it will be fine."

Joanna shook her head with a sigh. "Susanna, you can't afford to be soft when you're out in the future. It could get you killed."

She pointed to her own unhealed wound. “Look, I'm still injured.

Don't trust people so easily."

Joanna had learned her lesson the hard way.

She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

"Don't come any closer. Don't kill me. Please, no..."

"Oh, God..."

"Please, don't kill..."

“Bang! Bang! Bang!"

By the private room door, a man with a crew cut and a gun fired three rapid shots, silencing the pleading voices instantly.

The victims' eyes widened in disbelief as they fell.

“The people in that private room are so cruel," the crew-cut man remarked, his voice dripping with disdain. He toyed with the pistol in his hand, a vivid green dragon tattoo writhing on his arm as he spoke. "Just three folks left outside, and they can't even be bothered to let them in. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such selfish people deserve to die, don't you think?"

He turned to question the one-eyed man standing behind him, his gaze intense. “Tonight, we revel one last time. We need to pull more into the abyss with us. Here in the Glamour Club, we hold the reins of fate."

A dark presence seemed to radiate from the one-eyed man. His sole eye sparkled ominously as he stared at the closed door of the private room and strode forward.

"It's a waste of time," he muttered.

The crew-cut man chuckled at his companion's grim determination.

"They hold their lives dear, so let's snatch that away from them.

Isn't it delightful to watch them perish in despair?"

His words sparked a glint of interest in the one-eyed man's expression. Pausing, he commanded, "Blast that lock off."