What... just happened...
The Asian youth sprawled on the ground looked utterly bewildered. Echoes of panic-stricken screams bounced around his ears while Li Ang's swollen, misshapen figure reflected in his eyes.
The young men and women who had come to the nightclub for fun hurriedly scrambled out of the place. Even the DJ on stage fled, hastily wrapping his cherished vinyl records in his fluorescent green jacket before leaving.
Bystanders crammed at the entrance, while the somber-faced security manager aggressively shoved his way through the people, leading several subordinates toward Li Ang.
Li Ang swiftly and steadily reloaded his handgun and fired at a few enemies. Two shots rang out—BANG! BANG! Two bullets hit the security manager right in the chest, causing him to pause.
He looked down, tearing open his suit jacket, which was pockmarked with bullet holes—there was no trace of blood on his chest; the bullets were firmly lodged in his muscles.
