It had to be said that street shootouts were actually pretty entertaining. The worse people's aim was, the more spectacular the fight tended to be.
After the sudden attack, the Bikers were thrown into chaos for a moment. But their tightly organized structure soon had them pulling out all kinds of weapons from behind their motorcycles, taking cover behind vehicles and furniture as they returned fire.
The Black men across from them were even more interesting. They hid around building corners, occasionally jumping out and raising their guns over their heads, spraying the Bikers in the pose of Overlord Lifts the Cauldron.
However, both sides had serious accuracy problems. After two minutes of crossfire, aside from the television getting shot and falling over, only a dozen or so people had been wounded. Not a single person on either side had died.
Sparks flew from metal objects and nearby walls. Gunfire echoed endlessly through the alley, mingling with curses, screams, shouted orders, and more. What a fireworks show.
"This is way too childish."
Because both sides were throwing homemade incendiary bombs, the flames illuminated a sizable area, allowing Daisy to clearly see what was happening below.
After witnessing battles on a cosmic scale, this fight felt like children roughhousing.
"This is what small gang fights are like. You can't expect them to have much combat skill. The Bikers are actually better at fixing cars, and the Black crew is better at making music. When it comes to killing people, they're just amateurs."
Su Ming spun the bottle in his hand, listening to the liquid slosh against the glass. The scent of gunpowder carried by the evening breeze made him feel quite content.
"So you brought me here to make me understand the origins of hatred? If people die, both sides will