The younger brother replied, "Boss, our spot has been raided! A drunk lunatic, attacking anyone he sees! We couldn't hold them off!"
"What!? WTF!! What about the goods?" Bolo was driven mad with rage.
"Goods? The goods are in your grandpa's hands. You'll never get them! Idiot!" Several gunshots rang out from the other end of the phone, along with unfamiliar curses.
Bolo trembled with fury, "Fxxk! Who the hell are you? Have the guts to say your name!"
"It's your daddy." Zorro said and then shattered the phone with a gunshot.
Bolo listened to the busy tone, his face ashen.
"No matter what you say now, we can't let you live!" The bearded man also cursed Bolo outright.
"Fxxk! I'm not a pushover."
But now, even a cornered rabbit will bite; Bolo, too, was driven mad, and without another word, drew his gun and fired PAP PAP PAP at the other party. The bearded man's eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to the ground.
