"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
In the pitch-black night.
The muzzle flashes blazed so brightly.
Amid the dense gunfire, the dozen or so privileged scions running at the front fell in an instant.
They were not quite dead, but their companions trampled over their bodies as they ran, sealing their fate.
"With brothers like these, what more could a man ask for?"
Thirteen drew a deep breath, looking at everyone beneath the tower, filled with emotion.
In the Apocalypse, their brotherhood shone so brightly.
"Fuck, if they're all dead, what's the fucking point of me living?"
Tears shimmered in Little White Tiger's eyes.
He only wanted the people around him to live well. With his brothers all dead, he would lose his reason to keep living.
Once he realized this, he leaped down without another word.
"Smack!"
A large hand caught Little White Tiger.
Old Ninth wore a wicked grin. "Fuck you, what are you doing? Us underlings have always gone first. Once I'm dead, you can come down."
"Old Ninth..."
Little White Tiger's heart clenched.
"Take good care of my big brother."
Old Ninth tossed Little White Tiger to Thirteen and smiled in acceptance. "Fucking hell, did you forget? I'm your underling too."
"Boom!"
A dull thud rang out.
Old Ninth landed firmly behind his brothers.
He drew a kukri from Hi Dog's Canvas Bag.
"Fuck, my boss is becoming a god today. Anyone who fucking dares interfere can answer to the blade in my hand!"
"Brother Nine, why did you come down?"
Bone and the others hurried forward in alarm, grabbed Old Ninth's arms, and shouted, "Get back up there first!"
"Like hell! I'm fucking Tiger's underling too. What kind of underling hides in the back when there's a fight?"
Old Ninth pushed everyone aside and walked to the front of the