Men with guns barged into the Private room and started to rain bullets on the members.
Whimpering and screams accompanied the sounds of gunshots. Bottles of expensive wines shattered and drinks from cups splashed everywhere with every bullet that hit the glasses and bottles.
Blood stains could be seen everywhere, from the chairs to the floor, tables, and walls. Dead bodies littered the room. Some died with grievances on their faces while resting their heads on chairs, and tables, sitting on the floor, and resting their backs on the wall with opened eyes.
The gunmen glanced at the dead bodies with cold emotionless eyes and one of them stepped forward and pulled the frightened boss by the collar and dragged him along with them.
Once the gunmen left, the almost naked women who seemed to be strippers took their heels off and ran out with their hearts in their throats.
