Gu Sheng picked up a shotgun from behind the bar and tossed it onto the counter. Tin Yeung-sang immediately took it.
Just then, a Hell's Angels member heard the noise and rushed through the entrance.
Bang!
Tin Yeung-sang fired, leaving the man riddled with holes.
Then he chambered another round and fired again.
The second man had barely poked his head out before hastily ducking back.
"Here's something good. Have fun!" Gu Sheng tossed him a grenade.
Tin Yeung-sang smiled. The boss really played things dangerously.
But where on earth had the boss hidden the guns and grenades?
Tin Yeung-sang took the grenade and threw it straight outside.
Boom!
As the grenade exploded outside, Tin Yeung-chi and the others fired across one another's lines toward the entrance.
Moments later, the gunfire stopped. Tin Yeung-chi and the others went outside with their guns and shot each fallen man again.
There were no pedestrians left outside now. Even members of the other gangs had retreated into their shops and shut the doors.
They were terrified of getting caught up in it.
Gu Sheng turned and examined the bottles one by one. He found a bottle of whisky, filled a glass a third of the way, took out some ice himself and dropped it in, then swirled the glass and stepped out from behind the bar.
His gaze swept over Gina, who was crouching there with her hands over her head. Gu Sheng tilted his head, feeling a little indecisive.
He couldn't decide whether to hold the glass in his left hand and shoot her with his right, or hold the glass in his right hand and shoot her with his left.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me! I was trafficked here! I don't know anything..." Gina spoke rapidly in Russian with