"If anyone tries to slip away... bang!"
The green-haired man held a gun in one hand and gestured with the thumb and forefinger of the other, making an exaggerated sound with his mouth.
Both groups stood frozen, not daring to move.
00:10:47
Someone suddenly bent down and reached for the remote on the floor. But just as he picked it up, a cane jabbed out from beside him and struck his wrist bone.
"Lu, you bastard! What do you think you're doing?"
The old man cried out and pulled back his hand. The remote slid half a meter across the smooth floor and stopped in the open space between the two groups, like a silent judge.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
The old man who had struck him spoke in a hoarse voice, the cane still trembling in his hand. "That thing kills people! If we press it, how are we any different from murderers?"
"If we don't, we all die!" Old Lu clutched his arm, his eyes bloodshot. "That green-haired lunatic said it! Either they die or we die! Zhang, stop fucking pretending you're saints. I'm doing this for all of us!"
"Bullshit." Old Zhang pointed his cane at Old Lu's face. "You want to kill two... three children to save yourself. I don't need anyone saving me. Just try touching it."
"They're foreigners!" Old Lu roared back. "We... we have to save our own first! Why are you throwing your weight around with me? Go try it on that lunatic if you've got the guts!"
"I don't. And so what if they're foreigners? You're always the first to bow and scrape to them." Old Zhang stepped forward, forcing Old Lu back with his cane. "Either way, you're not touching it!"
Someone behind him called out, "Maybe the police