"You don't know shit," the leader of the gang cursed, "Just from the sound of the engine you can tell it's not ordinary, this is a big fish, you get me? The car looks so low-key, but the performance... Let me tell you, these people are the easiest to extort protection money from, they often can't be bothered with us, their time is worth so much more than this bit of cash."
The gang's boss walked over to the driver's side of the car and knocked on the window, shouting outside, "Roll it down, roll it down, let's talk..."
His words suddenly stopped because the window did indeed roll down, but only a little bit.
From the crack of the window, a pitch-black gun barrel appeared.
"Pfft—" The gun barrel quivered slightly and the unique sound of a silencer was heard as a bullet whizzed past the gang leader's head, missing by three to four inches.
It didn't hit.
But the airflow from the bullet grazed the boss's face, leaving a peculiar sensation.
