"Guess who I am?"
Ye Xiong pulled down Kassoff's mask, revealing the face of a Westerner in his thirties.
"Kassoff, you don't look much like your dead brother. Were you born to a different father or a different mother? Then again, that sort of thing seems pretty normal in the West. You even managed to throw this kind of lascivious masquerade party. Does your family often play these kinds of depraved games too?"
"You're Reaper?" Kassoff asked in shock.
The thugs in the hall finally reacted, swarming forward and pointing their guns at Ye Xiong.
"Let the Boss go now!"
"If you dare touch the Boss, we'll make sure you don't even have a grave."
CRACK!
Ye Xiong swiftly drew his gun and shot the thug who had spoken right in the head. His precise marksmanship startled the remaining guards.
"Anyone else want to make sure I don't have a grave?" Ye Xiong asked.