Big T proceeded his men and the man they had come to pick up towards the door.
They walked out of the door of the establishment only to be met by the sound of gun fires.
They immediately took cover, rushing back to the establishment.
The ominous sound of several guns being fired in front of the bar, had the occupants striking in fear and falling into the ground for cover.
And the return fire from the men didn't help the situation as everywhere became lit with sounds of gun firing and the floor littered with bullets and broken glasses.
People crawled on the floor trying to get out of the line of fire.
"Who the fuck is firing at us?" Mr. Rodriguez cried in a pissed-off tone to the big man whom he was currently hiding behind, as his own gun appeared in his hands.
"People who don't want you talking to us, " the man said in a loud tone trying to be heard over the raining gunfire.
