Inside the club, Walter was covered in blood with his clothes torn to shreds as he crawled out from a pile of debris. He hissed through clenched teeth, "That bitch, I swear I won't rest until you're dead!"

His killing intent still radiated dangerously. However, anyone with eyes could see it was pure bluff, a last-ditch act of pride from a man hanging by a thread.

Meanwhile, Joe sat in the center of a circle formed by Liliana, Gary, and the others. He was meditating, trying to restore his ene