"Boss, it seems like we're late, the gunshots have stopped."
A little brother carrying a rifle spat out the cigarette from his mouth, looking towards the distant battlefield where the sounds had vanished.
"Boss... Boss? What's wrong, Boss? There are two Asians coming our way, should we..."
"Shut your damn mouth, I'm not blind!"
Tucker growled, dismissing his eager subordinates.
"Stand firm if you don't want to die! Keep your mouths shut!"
The little brother, confused by the scolding, dared not say more and retreated obediently.
From start to finish, Tucker's gaze never left the elder and the youth in the distance, who seemed like they were out for a walk.
That peerless menace now walked on this street, recently erupting in gunfire, akin to a football star out for a stroll with his old man, utterly unconcerned.
