Cold gun.
Taking out his gun, the other guy whispered a pray. The man was shaking, with the face on the ground, he knew he wasn’t going futher than this, so he prayed for his god and his mother while closing the eyes. He couldn’t say “amen” because the man with a gun was good at his job. Good enough to kill without missing the beat in his mind, without even thinking twice. He was deadly and cold, with black eyes and black soul, he was called as “Angry Wolf” because of the destruction and caos he carries on between the cities. No one ever saw his face, and those who did, died in the middle of the pray.
He takes a look around while wondering if he was going to do the dirt work or just leave it behind. He was dressed nicely since the night was a payday, so isn’t going to look good to show up covered in blood, even though he already did that. It was too much work for so little fun. So, as the cold son of bitch he is, he just go away walking trough the city like it wasn’t a different day. The night was quite chill making him adjust his coat better, leading him to feel the ripped on his shoulders and forearm. Curses at the skies for dealing with a bunch of stuborn childrens whom always thinks they are going to leave alive. Well, like children, they always leave a mess, and in this case, the mess was going to cost a good amount of money. Luck for him, he was close to his older brother’s house, which meant a good reception fulled with good heart gifts from his sister in law. She was quite nice about his job since herself was related to his mafia, making her a good person to go if he suffer some kinda of injure or attempt of injure.
In the walk to his destination, the man wondered why the cities was loudly in the night. He wondered why the city carries a facade trough the day but, at the night, just shows her real face. He wondered, especially, why the fuck he received the mission, by his boss himself, to kill an asshole like that guy from before. “He was an asshole, I agree” the angry wolf thinks “But he wasn’t a threat to anything.”
Shaking his head a little, just like a dog does when it is anxious, the man tried to forget those thoughts. But all he could do was just to push them back to the corner of his brain.
At least, the old lady smiling happily at him was a good distraction.
- Mr. He tian! What a great visit! - His old nanny and now his brother’s governant says to him while giving space enough to He tian. - Please, coming in! Coming in!
Half smiling, the man takes off his coat and hands it to the lady gently.
- I missed you, Liao. Now, where is my sister? I need to talk with her about some things.
