"Damn!"
Brother Tyrant and his group ran out of the small shop, their hearts still pounding: "Are these demolition people all so fierce? They even managed to get guns?"
He fished out the pistol he had picked up from his pocket and clicked his tongue: "A Type 92, truly a fine piece."
A subordinate said, "Brother Tyrant, let's get Brother Hao to the hospital first; he's been shot."
Brother Tyrant glanced at Haohao, noticing that he'd been shot in the shoulder, not a critical area, but it was still bleeding.
"You guys take him to the hospital."
He got into the car and called Director Yan.
"Director Yan, I need you to bring some people over here."
Director Yan was on his second round with Ji Lin, currently at a club, having just ordered a few women.
Upon receiving the call, he said, "Just call Lao Liu directly; I've already spoken to him."
Brother Tyrant replied, "Director Yan, why don't you come over yourself?"
"Why? Has the situation gotten worse?"
