Chapter 442: Going Home

"Damn, Vortex Gang..."

Brick stood by the window, his Eyes of Golden Flame boosted to the highest, a high-power streetlight visible from the building far down the street...

It was terrifying.

Yet, there were still a few guys, either too drunk or too high, who wandered into this place without looking up.

Bang!

The ground trembled violently, jolting their nerves awake. They looked around blearily—

Brick stared at them, his mouth open, a mismatched array of metal saw teeth reflecting a faint light, making the roughly 20-meter distance between them reveal his teeth fleetingly, looking just like...

A beast in the dark!

"Ghost!!!!!"

The burly man turned and ran, tripping over the curb and leaving a bloody mark, tumbling face first into the street, his head bloody.

Anyone who didn't know better might think someone had been dragged off here.

Brick spat out, "Damn, they say Westbrook has good public safety. We from Watson District don't ever see drunks here."