With the limited visibility of the night and only one flashlight above, the area it illuminated was insufficient to show the entire scene.
When Song Fan lunged forward, the man dropped the flashlight, throwing the group above into disarray. Though armed, they feared hitting their own, so they refrained from shooting and kept shouting instead.
Song Fan led the charge. She wielded a submachine gun, and although she didn't want to attract more people, if necessary, she could take them all out with one burst.
One of the men above, panicking, fired his gun. At such close range, the shot was nearly guaranteed to hit.
Luckily, Song Fan's instincts were sharp. She bent backward at an extreme angle, and the bullet grazed past her face.
Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, but she couldn't afford to falter. She was the lynchpin of this ragtag group; any sign of weakness from her, and they'd fall apart.
