Bryan's spiritual force was depleting at a rapid rate as he continued to maintain Mirage. He had to make sure that he killed everybody in the warehouse before his spell was disrupted.

He didn't want to leave anyone alive. That would only spell more trouble in the future.

About twenty people had already died. There were still many lives left to reap. Bryan took the pistols from Marco and Jeffrey's dead bodies. He reloaded both pistols and then held one in each arm.

He ran around the crates, alongside the walls of the warehouse, and shot twelve bullets in a row. After emptying the gun, he took cover behind another crate.

Twelve shots were fired. Five were dead and one was bleeding in the chest and shoulder, about to die in mere minutes. With two shots aimed per person, one could see Bryan's gun shooting skills had improved tremendously.

The people from both sides were alarmed at the sudden death of half a dozen people all of a sudden. In their panic-stricken states, they aimed their guns at the opposing party and started shooting people down. The gunfight had resumed once again!

Listening to the sound of gunshots, Bryan had a smirk on his lips as he calmly reloaded both pistols. He had made sure to store enough ammunition in his pocket watch before he came to the warehouse.

He sped along the walls of the warehouse again, taking cover from one crate to another as he kept shooting and reloading. Ten minutes later, along with the members of the two gangs shooting each other, only about 40 people were still left alive.

Bryan's spiritual force had depleted by almost 80%. He wisely canceled the Mirage spell, making sure that he would have some spiritual force in reserve should any unexpected situations arise.

The remaining people alive suddenly saw the fire outside disappear and showed elated expressions on their faces. They could finally get out of this hell hole!

Cillian who hadn't participated in the gunfight from beginning to end came out from behind a crate along with Jack, and spoke to others,

"Everyone, there's no need to fight anymore. We have clearly been manipulated by someone else. Let us get out of this place first."

The people under Jack agreed to Cillian without hesitation. While some of the people under the now-deceased Jeffrey Gill looked at Cillian with skepticism, their hands still placed on their guns, ready to pull the trigger anytime.

Looking at the doubtful gazes of the people under Jeffrey, Cillian cleared his throat and began to explain, "Someone had impersonated Master Jack and sent a letter to each of the gang leaders under him to come to the warehouse tonight.

Moreover, in the beginning, Mr. Gill accused Master Jack of stealing from him. However, Master Jack is innocent. Clearly, someone is hiding behind the scenes and is having both of us fight each other."

Cillian gazed at the people who had more or less been convinced by his words and then added,

"That is why we must work together and find out the perpetrator behind all of this. You all have already lost Marco and Mr. Gill. Why don't you come under Master Jack now?"

One of the loyal gang leaders under Jeffrey retorted, "You bastard! This might have been your plan all along to bring all the gangs under the Brown Family. I don't fucking trust you!"

Listening to this person, the other people around him also started to believe that this entire charade might very well have been the doing of Jack Brown.

The gray-haired Cillian firmly shook his head and answered, "That is not true! Look at how many people have died on our side. We have no reas-"

BANG!

The words in Cillian's mouth were abruptly cut off as a bullet hole appeared in the center of his forehead. Cillian fell on his back and died instantly. The people around him were aghast at this sudden change.

Jack who was standing beside Cillian, had blood and brain matter spilled over his brown overcoat. It took him a moment to understand what had just transpired, and then he started screaming in a high-pitched tone.

While everyone was looking at Cillian's dead body, a cold voice was heard from above them, "So much useless chit-chat. Just fucking die already!"historical

Everyone in the warehouse turned their heads in unison and saw a figure wearing black tight-fitted clothes standing atop a pile of wooden crates. And then they saw the figure raise both his arms and shoot a rain of bullets at them.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG..

Instantly, another half a dozen men had perished. After the initial surprise, the rest of the people hurriedly took cover, including Jack.

He was now alone, crouching behind a wooded crate while his body trembled incessantly. He covered his ears with both his hands and mumbled, "W-why why why!? Why is this happening to me?"

There was no one by his side now. Cillian had just died of a bullet to his head. His personal butler Carson had already died at some point at the beginning of the gunfight.

The sound of gunshots continued to ring inside the warehouse. Jack had never felt so scared in his life before. About another ten minutes later, the gunfire subsided and then the warehouse fell deathly silent.

Jack dropped his hands that were covering his ears as he looked around in puzzlement. He then stood up and stuttered in horror, "W-what happened?"

With great courage, he took a step forward and walked around the crates toward the center of the warehouse. He then peeked his head out from the side of a wooden crate and then his eyes went wide and his pupils dilated.

The entire floor of the warehouse was strewn with bloodied dead bodies. A hundred and ten people had come here tonight and all of them had died except Jack and one other person!

Blood flowed out of all the dead bodies and formed several narrow streams. And in the center of the warehouse, three dead bodies were piled on top of each other and a man wearing black tight-fitted clothes was sitting on them exuding terrifying killing intent.

It was as if the God of Death was sitting on his throne made of corpses!

His left leg drooped from the front, the feet resting on a corpse's head, and the other leg was curled up, atop which the man was resting his right hand.

Jack's heartbeat sped up at the sight of such a gruesome and spine-chilling scene.

Only one word echoed in his mind,

'Demon!'