Nikolai already had his door open when a trio dashed out of the club, running like bats out of hell. They jumped into the nearest car and made to drive off.
Despite this, no one made any move to stop them, everyone standing on the fringes like they were wary of interfering.
Nikolai got back into the car so they could give chase, but there was scarcely any need for that because Asher came gunning out of the club.
The Mafia King was splashed with blood, his hair wild and free, hazel eyes glowing almost unnaturally. Despite his disarray, he was completely unharmed, not a single rip or tear in his clothes.
He closed the distance between the club and the car the escaping gang members had taken, leaping after his running start and landing squarely on the roof of the car.
The sheer force of his landing forced the car low enough to render the tires useless, a deep groove right where he landed.
