The flames illuminated Lance's profile, as if containing a demon within them, frantically trying to escape through the back door to harm the people in the alley!
Flames spewed out of the second-floor window, reaching half a meter out and still intensifying.
Lance stared at the empty alley, finding it hard to believe they had just up and left.
Won?
No, from the start, he had lost. The outcome of this fight couldn't be determined by win or loss, but rather by how badly he had lost.
Lost badly?
The ignited house, with bills inside, various loan certificates, stuff worth eighty thousand, all went up in flames. Was this a crushing loss?
Look at those brothers around you, struck by bullets, lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Was that a tragedy?
Although in the end, some of them survived, Lance felt no joy at this moment, only a bellyful of rage!
He took several deep breaths, feeling a burning pain in his throat as he swallowed his saliva.