After the gunshots rang out, several Harley motorcycles and Yamahas roared their engines. Their lights pierced the darkness like bayonets as they arrived on the leaf-strewn road not far from the alley.
A gang member hurriedly got off his motorcycle and drew a Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol from behind his waist.
The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol had practically become standard issue for their gang.
Nothing else—bulk purchases came with discounts.
The gang member cautiously stepped into the alley with his Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol raised. He saw the two Black men and the dancer Chen Hai had shot dead, then walked over and found another Black corpse around the corner, its windpipe torn out and its major artery violently ripped apart.
At the sight of the Black corpse with its windpipe ripped out and artery torn apart, his face involuntarily creased, and a chill rose in his heart.
What kind of monster had they run into, to be dealt with like this?
This was far too cruel.
"Boss Yoton, over here. White and the others are dead," the gang member reported directly to the leader on the Harley after leaving the alley without investigating further.
This district was under the Bloody Chariot Gang's jurisdiction. They could not tolerate gunshots casually breaking out in their territory.
"What happened? Who the hell dared fire a gun in King County, in my Bloody Chariot Gang's territory? Damn it, I just paid those filthy pigs at the police station to ensure the 'peace' around here, and now this happens?"
Yoton, the Bloody Chariot Gang's leader, wore a black leather jacket. Nearly two meters tall, with a rugged face, thick beard, and bald head, he glared fiercely and cursed in rage before swinging himself off his Harley.
"It was White and the others. They were