Blood Affiliation

The two men bent down at the same time to avoid the bullets that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Son of a bitch" the young man who owned the bar cursed.

"Je ne veux pas encore mourir (I don't want to die yet)"

"Don't you know how to speak English?" he asked irritably, because the other one had been always speaking another language.

"I can," the latter answer.

No one changes position between the two while feeling the surroundings. Soon footsteps were heard outside. The young man who is the owner of the bar pulled out his gun from the holster sticking on his right leg.

"Do you know how to use this?" he asked him while being shown his gun.

"Of course" the other replied.

He was about to throw the gun at him when the other signaled him.

"Don't need," he said before pulling the drawer next to his, which was filled with different types of knives. "I prefer this, "he said with a nice smile on his lips.