This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 541.1: It's Too Late...

Bang!

A wisp of smoke curled up from the barrel as he gently blew it away.

Looking at the figure that had fallen in the crowd not far off, the man standing by the window gave a faint smile, retracted the revolver pressed against the sill, and used his raised pinky to brush aside the slightly parted curtain.

Screams and shouts rose and fell, and blood red replaced the sunset hidden behind the clouds... That was indeed the color the street ought to wear.

But the militia were unexpectedly weak. He had thought more would die, yet many bullets merely grazed their scalps.

Were they hesitating?

But he didn’t believe those rioters would spare them.

A wicked grin curled at the corner of his lips. The real show was just beginning!

A lazy female voice came from the bed nearby. "What a twisted hobby. Couldn’t you have done it quietly?"

The man shook his head...