Rashawn was startled, and immediately reached for his gun.
Unfortunately, before he could draw his gun, he froze.
He found that a group of men had emerged from the piles of discarded tires on either side of them, each carrying an AK47, with its muzzle pointed directly at his gang…
These men, all dressed in black with unkempt beards, had a fierce look in their eyes, like famished wolves.
Without a doubt, Rashawn knew that if he continued to reach for his gun, those men would not hesitate to shoot!
He quickly raised his hands, "Hey! Hey, friend, let's not be hasty. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? I haven't wronged you in any way."
Rashawn swore to God that he had never seen these men before. Surely, there were no gangs this fierce in San Francisco.
Especially the features of these men, they looked like the rumored "KB members"!
He had never provoked such ruthless people before...
