A man holding a machete was hauled and crashed onto the ramp of the black BMW, dead.
Feng shook his head, then counted. "Twentieth gone." He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, four angry men ran back.
They crashed into the white BMW's door, screaming. "Sir, only you can handle that monster."
Sharp gasps emitted from inside the car as the door swung open. Black boots slammed hard onto the ground, sending dust flying upward.
A broad-shouldered young man who had tattoos all over his body raised his head, then stretched. He grinned and whispered to the first two men, who were closer to the open door.
"Who is that stopping you?" He brushed his left arm, which had a scorpion tattoo.
One of the two men turned, hoping to show his respect to Demon, their boss, but met his tragic death.
The remaining three stumbled back and fell, marbles biting into their palms. Blood traced thin lines from P2's forehead to his chin.
