The bodies fell onto the wet asphalt.
In the wake of the deafening gunshots, the world was filled with a ringing silence. The rustling of rain drowned out all other sounds and obscured the surrounding buildings, making the whole scene seem a little surreal.
Six of the eight assailants were dead. One was trying to crawl away weakly, bleeding heavily and not long for this world. The eighth seemed to have lost consciousness.
Sunny blinked a few times, then exhaled slowly.
He was startled, relieved… and a little disappointed.
The battle had only just started, and now, it was suddenly over. As a result, his boiling emotions had nowhere to escape, churning and simmering inside his soul — he took a deep breath, swallowed them, and then exhaled again, trying to purge them.
In life, there were worse things to feel disappointed about.
'Well, that…'
Has been quite unexpected.
