Everyone inside and outside of the restaurant felt their blood run cold. People from these lawless regions had seen their fair share of violence and bloodshed, but they had never seen someone strike as brutally and as fast as Marshall did.

He was clearly a big shot, and his combat skills were absolutely terrifying. Instantly, the townspeople realized just how serious this situation had become.

Marshall sat back down, ready to continue his unfinished meal. However, the steak was splattered with streaks of dark red from the blood that had sprayed onto it earlier.

Disgust and contempt flashed across his face. The food was no longer worth eating.

What he did not know was that his leftover steak could have bought him a pure, young girl for the night in this town. Out here in the wasteland, food was scarce, and anyone who could afford premium cuts of steak was either rich or powerful.

Two men came rushing over, their faces dark with anger.

"What's the meaning of this? Why would you kil