Chapter 39: Mr. Lopez from Belveridge

Astyre's movements were swift and clean. There was not a drop of blood splattered on his body or hands.
Scarface, like a slaughtered pig, howled in agony.
Fresh blood smeared his face.
No one expected Astyre to take action suddenly.
Although everyone present was tough, such scenes were rare.
People looked into Astyre's eyes with a touch of awe.
Only the old man next to Ethan, seeing Astyre's technique, raised an eyebrow.
Astyre picked up a small fork from the side and gestured...