"How are you going to deal with the Bloody Chariot Gang? I know they might be evil, but you don't have to become just as evil as them, do you?"
Steve watched the sedan approaching from afar with its high beams on. DJ dance music blasted loudly from it, and people inside seemed to be dancing wildly.
"Go back and take care of Matt and Andrew. You don't need to worry about this." Chen Hai glanced at Steve, then turned his gaze toward the distant sedan on the road.
Steve did not get an answer from Chen Hai. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing more. He only left behind a "Be careful," then shot into the sky and left.
Watching the sedan approach with its high beams on, Chen Hai walked from the middle of the road to the roadside. He raised a hand and waved, signaling that he needed help.
The sedan blasting DJ music and making such a big spectacle seemed interested in Chen Hai. It pulled over beside him and rolled down the window.
"Hey, Oriental, what's wrong? Lost, huh? Call me Daddy, and I'll let you ride in the trunk." A thick gold-chain-wearing black man in the passenger seat said with a grin.
The two black men in the back seat also laughed and mocked Chen Hai.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chen Hai saw there was no way to communicate with these niggers. He immediately drew his Colt M1911 semi-automatic pistol and fired at the two men in the back seat, killing them.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!! I'm sorry, sorry, I was wrong! Don't shoot! NO, don't!"
The black men in the passenger and driver's seats turned pale with terror. Their eyes widened as they hurriedly raised both hands.
"Pull the bodies