If This Is The Case, Then Bruto Has Destroyed The Entire Human Civilization

The gun was pointed out. The skull of a man was almost a victim. His eyes glanced without the slightest fear.

"You came again?" asked the man. His voice, which was light but menacing, now filled the ears.

"Still no access for you to enter." The man lit the cigar in his hand with an old-fashioned lighter. The people there love old-fashioned lighters. "So put away your gun or you will die by my hands right now!" he continued.

In front of him currently stands a woman who was wearing a black and long dress. There was a very wide fedora that covered her face. She was the one who pointed the gun earlier.

"I just wanted to meet Bruto," the woman hissed. Her lips pursed fiercely. The gun in her hand was locked and ready to detonate.

The man at gunpoint spat lightly. Even in one look, he could tell the amateurishness of the woman in front of him.

"Bruto wouldn't want to accept a small case like this." The man sipped his cigar again.