At the Casino, activities went on as usual. The drinking, gambling and whatnots. The noise inside was enough to raise the roof and the hot air smell of sweat, different scents mixed together, and cigarettes.
None of those inside sensed anything different as they carried with their activities.
But inside, just by the entrance, three men stood, eyes alert and watching.
Their expression was unreadable, and considerably cold as they regarded the rowdiness of the room with nothing more than disinterest and disgust.
They looked like they had walked out of hell and came there.
Until a sudden scream shattered everything. Everyone turned to the direction of the sound immediately.
The man standing in the middle of the three men held someone, one of them by the neck and he didn't even show any reaction as he flapped around trying to get out of his grip.
His grip was too hard as if made out of steel and he wasn't ready to let him go as he gripped tighter the more he fought to get out.
