Sorry, Madam

The third thug, following closely behind, threw a punch toward Old Bryan's temple.

He ducked to avoid it, and the irregular spiked stool leg smoothly thrust into the thug's flank.

Thud!

The third thug spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his knees softening as he dropped to the ground.

Seeing this, the other thugs prudently stepped back, parting their clothes to ready their guns.

At the sight of this, Old Bryan pulled down a nearby curtain, twisted it around, and hurled it forward.

The unfurled curtain, like a large net, instantly covered the heads of those thugs.

"Fuck! I can't see him!"

"Hurry up and get this damn thing off!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Old Bryan slipped out of the container cabin with the girl in his arms, reaching out along the way to snatch a pistol tucked into the waist of one of the thugs.

As soon as they emerged from the container cabin, a flurry of gunfire suddenly erupted.

Cradling the girl, Old Bryan hurriedly bent down to dodge to the side.

He lifted his back heel, swiping the body of the gun against the heel of his shoe, and with a click, the pistol was chambered.

Crouching low with the girl in his arms, Old Bryan took cover behind a sedan.

"He's there!" a gunman quickly closed in to surround them.

Old Bryan knelt on one knee, letting the girl lean against his back while he bent down to spot the thug's feet underneath the car.

Bang!

The thug's right ankle was pierced through instantly, and he collapsed to the ground with a miserable howl.

Old Bryan shifted his muzzle slightly.

Bang!

The thug's head jerked up violently, and a bullet instantly penetrated right between his eyebrows.

Seeing this scene from the stairs on