The Red Dog Gang no longer had the advantage in numbers, and since no one knew if there were more people hidden in the pitch-black darkness, they all fell into silence.
The senior officials with the red glitter felt their scalps heat up intermittently, accompanied by a dry mouth and parched tongue.
"Now do you still think you have more people?"
The Red Glitter official standing on the steps had a very ugly expression. He wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
Lance shook his head slightly, making a "go ahead" hand gesture. The people in front of his car, as if they had received some signal, neatly pulled submachine guns from beneath their overcoats.
The three senior officials on the steps and their close associates realized what was about to happen. Whether they were preparing to draw their guns to return fire or planning to escape, it was already too late!