A thunderous boom rocked the room, making the mahjong table tremble.
"Where did that explosion come from!?"
"What's going on!?"
The girls turned pale with fright, and the four men's expressions changed drastically as well.
"Chato!" Ding Lunyin shouted, and a dark-skinned man opened the door and entered the room.
"What happened?" Ding Lunyin asked.
"I'm asking!" Chato held a walkie-talkie, from which came the staccato chatter of gunfire and frantic shouts.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Fuck!" The burly man flipped the mahjong table over with one sweep. "Was it Biang or Pai Dachang? They actually dared to attack this place? They're courting death!"
The middle-aged man gave a cold laugh and drew the pistol from his waist. "They came at the wrong time. Our guard unit has just arrived as well. Tadan, notify the guards to enter the estate and kill every last enemy who came!"
"Alright!" the burly man shouted, picking up the phone on the table and dialing a number.
Boom! Boom!
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
As he dialed, the burly man said in shock, "How many people did they bring? If there are too many of them, how did they get past all those checkpoints?"
"It's fine," the old man said calmly. "They only have three tricks up their sleeves. After pushing all the way in here, how much ammunition and supplies can they have left? As long as we hold them off for ten minutes, they're dead for sure."
"Right, right, right!" Ding Lunyin nodded repeatedly. Though he had killed countless people, he had never personally set foot on a battlefield. This sudden turn of events had frightened him, but after hearing the Old Man's words, he calmed down.
There was no other reason—the Old Man had fought his way alive through countless battles, large and small.