What was once a lively bar had now turned into a battlefield.
Several thugs lay on the ground, their heads bleeding, cowboys who dared to draw their guns were already dead.
Only the bar owner was left, beaten to a pulp, held in the hands of the knight in black armor, still instinctively defending himself:
"What are you talking about... I don't know..."
"Do you want to die?"
The knight in black shoved his revolver into the bar owner's mouth, vicious and domineering: "I'll ask you one last time!"
"I really don't know... The boss never tells us where he is..." The bar owner's voice was a bit off pitch.
As it turned out, no bandit could remain resolute in the face of death. He revealed everything he knew immediately.
"What a shame..."
The black knight looked around, comparing the faces of the thugs on the floor: "Tsk... no notables from the wanted list, what a waste of time!"
The badly beaten goons remained speechless.
