At the same time, in another place.

In an office somewhere in the casino.

Vasiri looked at the person in charge in front of him with displeasure, and his tone was not good:

"Do you know who my eldest brother is?"

He wants to buy Iros.

In the hands of the Grim Reaper, everything inside is a commodity, including the killers they have cultivated.

As long as you have the power and power, you can even buy off the managers inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vasily." The person in charge still has the same attitude as before, "I don't have the right to dispose of Miss Iros. ”

"You ......"

Vasily gritted his teeth, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the person in charge.

"Even if your brother, Mr. Modias, is here, he will not be able to buy Miss Iros, not even if the bid is high."

"Bastard!" Vasily slammed the mahogany table in front of him viciously, his eyes spewing anger at the person in charge.

The person in charge was expressionless.

At this time, Vasily, in his eyes, was undoubtedly with a mad dog whose tail had been trampled.

However, this mad dog is a little different from a normal mad dog.

He has an amazing host.

This is an older brother who will choose to love him unconditionally no matter what kind of garbage his brother is or what kind of stupidity he becomes:

Modias......

That's a horrible guy.

If Modias expresses his desire to buy Iros here, the attitude of the person in charge is categorically impossible.

He will immediately consult the person in the hands of the Grim Reaper who has the authority to dispose of Iros.

For example, one of the twelve chiefs in the hands of the Grim Reaper......

Kill the gods!

……

The rain kept falling, and Vasily angrily kicked out of the office of the head of the casino.

He's going to find Big Brother and kill this guy who dares to be unreasonable to him.

Although the attitude of the person in charge can be said to be very kind, but this level of kindness alone can be said to be an insult in Vasily's eyes!

What's more, this bastard dares to refuse his own request!

Vasily, who has been sheltered by Modias for many years, has not felt this way for a long time.

This feeling of humiliation.

Vasily's chest throbbed violently, and he was panting heavily.

"I'm going to kill you! Wait! ”

Vasily swore to himself, clenching his fists hard.

He wants to kill the person in charge.

There was a strong desire for this in my heart.

This longing even overwhelmed his desire for Iros.

"Who are you trying to kill?" At this time, a flirtatious male voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Huh?" Vasily turned.

He was greeted by a slender silver-white flying knife, the sharp blade glowing with a silver-white cold light, and it burst towards Vasily's head.