Billionaire God of War

The man cried out, then began to struggle fiercely but to no avail.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you cause a scene? Kill him!" someone yelled. The men in the casino charged at Mr Lang, a
few of them grabbing baseball bats and knives stashed in the corner before rushing at the intruder ferociously.
Mr Lang turned and threw them a glance. The look in his eyes turned cold.
He snapped the neck of the man in his grip and threw the corpse aside like a piece of trash.
"Trash," scoffed Mr Lang before he waded into the crowd like a wolf stepping into a flock of sheep.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Within a minute, the floor was littered with the sprawling bodies of men who had had their arms snapped or their legs crushed.
Screams of pain filled the air.
Mr Lang stood in the middle of the room and asked coolly, "Who's in charge?"
Behind the door stood a dark-skinned man. He was panting slightly and had a gun in his hand. He suddenly rushed out from his
hiding spot and aimed his gun at Mr Lang.
BANG!
He pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
But Mr Lang had vanished!
The man heard a voice next to his ear the next moment.
"Too slow."
He grabbed the man's neck. "You can die now."
Without any hesitation, he snapped the

man's neck.
Mr Lang stood there and glanced at the room.
"Who's in charge?" he asked again.
"Everyone dies if I don't get an answer."
The tone of his voice sounded calm but the words that he had spoken were hardly calming at all. In fact, they were filled with a
murderous intent!
Nobody answered. Mr Lang stepped on a man's neck and killed him instantly.
"Nobody willing to talk yet?"
Like a coldblooded killer with a dispassionate look on his face, Mr Lang did not hesitate when he killed.
PAK!
PAK!
A few more men died in a similar fashion as Mr Lang stepped and broke their necks mercilessly. The sight sent the others
trembling in fear.
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They had no idea where this demon had come from. What a horrifying, merciless killer. They had never seen a man more
terrifying. He had dodged a bullet. Was he still human?
"Tell me who's in charge here."
Mr Lang lifted his foot and threw a glance at the man beneath his feet. The man was going to die next if he were to slam his foot
down.
"It's me!" Before Mr Lang could do anything, the man beneath his feet finally broke and confessed in a trembling voice.
"It's me. I'm in charge here!"

His words should have sounded authoritative but when he spoke, he was shaking violently like a leaf.
The eyes that stared at Mr Lang were filled with terror.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The smile on Mr Lang's face made him look more terrifying. He yanked the man to his feet and flung him onto a chair. "How
many men do you have?" he asked.
"I'm just a small gang leader who works for someone else. Our mob boss...you should ask him instead."
He dared not say too much to such a terrifying character. He didn't want to die.
"Well, get him here then." Mr Lang wasn't interested in wasting anytime. "You'll all die if he doesn't appear."
The man dared not voice a single
word of protest. He made the call frantically, his voice quavering as he spoke. "Jerry...come and save us Ne're all going to die if
you don't!"
The other man hung up on him instantly.
Mr Lang wasn't in a hurry at all. He pulled a chair over, sat down and waited.
Dozens of men remained lying on the ground. Without his word, no one dared to climb to their feet.
They dared not voice a single sound
of complaint no matter how much pain they were in. Instead, they sprawled quietly on the ground like a pack of obedient dogs.
It didn't take them long to hear the sounds of tires, followed
group of men outside the casino.