A loud gunshot echo starts to ring out of the venue; guests are trying to save themselves by using their bodyguards as human shields. Blood was all over, as well as lifeless victims.

“Smith, you have to come here! We need to help them! Call Alfred and the troupe!” Hunter exclaimed on the other line.

“Damn it, Hunt! I told you we can’t intervene in other groups’ plans!” Smith muttered curses under his breath while contacting Alfred.

Hunter tried to look for the shooter, and when he saw the man wearing black, he carefully walked in its direction.

The man was taken aback and unable to move; right before he ran, he felt a sting on his chest, followed by blood, gushing through his mouth, “W-what t-the!”

“You worthless fuck!” Hunter gritted his teeth as he threw a punch at the almost unconscious man.

“Boss!” Alfred shouted while trying to stop Hunter from killing the shooter, “You need to stop! He’s not the only shooter here! There are tons of them, and most guests were either dead or wound