Kenya had a large number of guns in civilian circulation. Unlike the street gangs in the cities, the gangs in the countryside were often even more brutal and utterly without limits.
Plis Town was in complete chaos. There was practically no one maintaining public order there, making it a lawless land.
Boys were taught how to kill from a young age, and knives were their toys. Every adult man had a gun, and even when sleeping, they kept a pistol under their pillow in case violence broke out at any moment.
The gangs in such a place naturally regarded so-called attacks as an everyday occurrence.
As soon as they heard their companions shouting, they immediately rushed out carrying guns.
However, once they came out, they all stood there dumbfounded.
Two of their companions lay unconscious on the floor of the hall, while the only person standing in the middle was a little girl with smooth, fair skin, wearing a panda hoodie and carrying a backpack.
She was also holding an unfamiliar-looking pistol.
"Is this an invasion?"
"A girl with a toy gun?"
"I thought the Timana gang next door had attacked."
The black men relaxed instinctively, but the boss suspiciously sized up Mo Qiong, then glanced at the two unconscious men on the floor before saying, "Search the place. Someone must have snuck in."
They felt that Mo Qiong was no threat. Perhaps she was merely meant to draw their attention, while the two unconscious men meant there had to be an enemy somewhere.
"What do we do with this little girl?"
"Carry her away and lock her up downstairs."
They remained wary of their surroundings but were quite relaxed around Mo Qiong. One of the black men walked straight over and reached out to carry her away.
Mo Qiong