"Level Seven, if you do this, the boss will be angry." The Magician appeared beside the person with the codename Level Seven like a ghost, only to receive a cold snort in response.
At the moment the explosion echoed through the police station, a silent slaughter was slowly unfolding in the skies above Palermo. If someone happened to look up at the sky, they would find tonight's night especially red, for tonight the Moon was shrouded in a layer of red light. For those who understand the ways of star-gazing, this is a dire omen, a blood-red Moon heralding a night of bloodshed.
"Kid, this is not a place for you to fool around!" Carlo warned the person in front of him, but he had already darted over to the coat rack. "Ahhhh!" Before he could even touch his clothes, Carlo had already fallen to the ground, his left foot pinned to the floor by a strange axe, half of the axe embedded in his leg. This leg was as good as ruined!
