The sudden gunshot scared the Biker Gang witless, and they quickly crouched down, covering their heads. Bullets skimmed past their scalps, kicking dust into the air,
"oh shit! He's shooting!!"
"It's a submachine gun!!"
"Don't shoot me! I'm innocent!"
"I think I've been shot! Ah!!"
They scurried with their heads down, the scene becoming instantly chaotic.
After a sweep of gunfire, the walls of the abandoned gas station were riddled with holes. Allen Zhang stopped shooting and blew the smoke away from the gun's muzzle.
Looking at the yellow-haired guy who was now sitting paralyzed on the ground having peed himself, he asked with a laugh, "What were you saying just now? I didn't catch that. Sorry, seems like I accidentally damaged your handgun? Please repeat that."
"I was wrong! Please, don't kill me!" Yellow Hair shakily begged.
