After a bloody battle, the brief silence felt damn unnatural.
Kunshan strained his throat and yelled, "Shi Yong, will you stop freaking out? If there's something to talk about, let's talk. Why the hell are we fighting, man?"
Shi Yong glanced up at the watchtower, roaring with laughter, "You bastard, now you call me brother? I've been moving your product for over ten years, stuffed your pockets full. Now you see me fall, you're ready to burn the bridge?"
Kunshan quickly replied, "Brother Shi Yong, it's all a misunderstanding! Big bro was just joking earlier, how could you take it seriously?"
Shi Yong snarled, "A joke, huh? Sounds real frickin' sweet. Kunshan, your time's up!"
Kunshan heard the shift in his tone, panicked, and shrieked, struggling, "Shi Yong, fuck you! If you kill me, you won't get out alive either! What the hell are you all waiting for, aim and fire—"
Before he finished, a cold gleam flashed in Shi Yong's eyes. He pulled the trigger on his pistol.
Bang!
