"Beep beep! Beep beep beep—"
The bar entrance was bustling with people and cars, traffic jams were inevitable, and the sounds of horns blared intermittently, deafeningly loud.
"Bang!"
A gunshot fired, muffled by the blaring horns.
In the alley behind the bar, barely walking ten meters after a transaction, a man with blonde hair felt as if someone had violently pushed him from behind, stumbling face first to the ground, money scattered all around him.
Blood quickly spread from the gunshot wound on his back, soaking through his clothing. He was still alive, twitching on the ground, taking labored breaths, struggling to get up, but each time his hands touched the ground, he fell back down with a thud.
Despite this, the instinct to survive propelled him painfully to crawl towards the entrance of the alley.
Even if his speed was as slow as a snail.
