Perhaps it was the two standing up together that gave the leading native confidence, or perhaps the long-standing condescension within the tribe made him forget the current situation.
The third repetition by Sunday not only failed to intimidate him but instead stirred his anger—
"You little beast, where did you get the guts to speak to us in this tone?"
Muttering crude native slang under his breath, he defiantly tilted his head back, staring straight into Sunday's eyes, while raising the knife in his hand.
At the same time, Chen Zhou, whose sights had long been locked on his head, pulled the trigger.
...
The swiftly fired bullet surpassed all words.
As the lead bullet pierced the eye socket, and the leader's back of the head burst open like a smashed watermelon, as the red and white substances splattered onto the faces and bodies of the surrounding natives, the crisp sound of the gunshot echoed in everyone's ears.
Bang~
A muffled sound followed the gunshot.
