Inside the Western-style building.
"Boss, he's out of bullets." The young man had finally forced Ye Wangchuan into a corner with no ammo and no supplies; their nerves, stretched tight to the limit, began to relax.
A bald, burly man watched his partners fall one by one beside him until there were only a dozen of them left. As soon as he relaxed, he couldn't help tilting his head and spitting: "Tui, this punk is way too hard to deal with! If we didn't have our people outside, I'm afraid we'd all be buried in here."
The young man let out the stale air from his chest, stared ahead, and said, "Yeah. If he still had bullets…" then tonight they'd be the ones turning from hunters into prey, and dying like that would be a fucking joke!
The bald man rubbed his palms together excitedly and urged him on: "Then what the hell are we waiting for? I've been pissed off all night, just waiting to grab this kid and give him the beating he deserves!"
