Samao hid behind a tree, crouching with his buttocks poking out, his face full of panic. At first, he thought there were only two people, but soon bullets were coming from all directions, and Samao was bewildered. He felt as if he were being attacked by an army. Could it be that those Vietnamese monkeys had revolted? Otherwise, where did all these people come from?
A few people lay beside him as well, a mix of Black and White bodyguards, also scared out of their wits. At this moment, they could hardly protect themselves, let alone Samao.
The screams of his subordinates were tormenting Samao. He couldn't comprehend who was behind this attack.
Finally, the gunfire ceased, and only the cries of his own people remained around him. Samao wasn't relieved; instead, he grew even more nervous, feeling as if he couldn't breathe, on the verge of suffocation.
