Crash! Boom! Shatter!
The pedestrians, walking down the Red Lip Avenue, heard the ruckus happening inside the glorious Amour Brothel and quickly left the area.
They'd rather stay out of the trouble because the Amour Brothel was infamously known as a place for the Blessed Ones.
Those without Blessed powers should stay away from that place.
Currently, inside the brothel, Leroy hurled tables across the room, and Kael had to dodge them as if he were in the middle of a battlefield.
"Huff…"
Genevieve took a puff of the red drug pipe, looked at the mess caused by Leroy, and just shook her head.
"Annabelle. After the fight is over, if Leroy is still breathing, tell him that he owes me a new table."
"M-Me? Okay, madam…"
Annabelle nodded nervously.
While dodging the tables, Kael pointed the revolver at Leroy with both hands, closed his left eye, and tried to really focus.
Since he couldn't penetrate the thick skin of a Primal, he thought that maybe his eyeball wasn't as durable.
