Deep breaths fled his nose, and even though he wanted to rush after Luthier, he decided to leave it for later and look after Everly first.
As for later, he will surely find Luthier, and his punishment would be even worse.
For now, he can run; sooner or later, he will surely find him.
A deadly glint flashed in his eyes, and he arrived downstairs in a matter of a split second.
He looked around the living room to see Vincent, who had killed the last man standing.
"I feel so disgusted. My precious skin, my lovely suit, and my gorgeous hair, all tainted with blood." Vincent whined as he touched his hair, a revolted look on his countenance.
Valerio's face grimaced in annoyance, and he shook his head in disbelief.
"You have become worse, Vincent. Your complaints were minimal before; now they're even worse." He scolded him and walked past him.
