"Boss, aren't we going to get killed doing this?"
Fourth Brother looked worried as he watched Boss load his gun. He had seen videos of Bi Fang taking on Poachers all by himself, one against a team, impressively taking no one seriously, beating them as if they were dogs. If the opposite side got their act together, were they even enough to be killed by Bi Fang alone?
He certainly didn't want to lose control of his bladder and bowels.
"Relax." Second Brother handed a syringe to Boss and patted Fourth Brother on the shoulder to comfort him, "I've watched that video many times. The guy pulls his punches—no one died. Even if we get caught, it won't be too bad."
The comforted Fourth Brother looked to the heavens and cried, "Why do I feel even more worried now..."
"Shut up, can you two say something encouraging for once!"
