What happened?
Why were all these underworld thugs lying on the ground?
The victims, who had been intimidated and beaten, looked blankly at the scarred man on the floor. Blood flowed like a winding red snake from the exploded gunshot wound, pooling on the polished marble floor. The other thugs had their wrists slashed and a shot fired into their groins.
Not a single one of the thugs, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, was standing.
"What are you all standing around for?" Pei Ye flipped over a thug curled up like a cooked red shrimp with her foot. With a look of mild disgust, she pulled a gun from his armpit holster. "...This is a rather smelly gun..."
Pei Ye tossed the gun onto the table, put on a yellow rubber glove, and began searching the thug for bullets.
