"Why did you kill that survivor? I had you aiming at Waldo. What the hell are you doing?!" Cliffor glared angrily at the shooter next to him.
The subordinate weakly replied, "I missed the shot, it went off target."
Meanwhile, Waldo and his companions had swiftly put on their combat gear and entered a state of readiness. It seemed that revenge was coming for him, and the unfortunate death of the store owner was a disaster of his own making.
Waldo coldly questioned, "Who are you?"
"We're from the Golden Blade Gang!" The members of the gang shouted vehemently, except for Cliffor who remained silent, sighing in despair.
It appeared that today might be the day he would meet his end. "Damn, these fools are asking for death," Waldo thought to himself.
With a penetrating, bone-chilling laugh, he continued, his voice reaching deep into the hearts of the gang members. They involuntarily tightened their grip on their firearms.
