Lohan stood motionless for a moment, watching the reflection of the holographic interface in his own eye before refocusing his attention on the pathetic scene before him.
Oscar, the once-arrogant landlord who had acted like the King of Sector 4, was now nothing more than a trembling, bloodied mass of flesh in the shallow water of the pool.
The man babbled about gods and forgiveness, but Lohan, operating with the coldness of a Level 12 Predator, felt no trace of hesitation left.
To ensure Oscar didn't attempt any neural emergency protocol or "leak" information, Lohan approached the edge of the pool.
Without even bothering to use Magic for it, Lohan simply fired a shot into the man's fat chest, silencing Oscar's sobs and erratic breathing permanently.
Lohan then turned to the three girls he had knocked out earlier.
They lay sprawled across the designer furniture, in a state of unconsciousness induced both by Lohan's precise blows and the excess of Dream Mist in their bodies.
