The whole street was terrified at the bloodshed. However, they didn't seem to be too confused by the sudden violence. If Rowan could ask someone, he would know how gangs fighting here in Fauxville was a weekly sight. Watching people get on one another's throats was not new; seeing one man butcher more than a dozen big-framed thugs was the spectacle.
Bang! The last one fell, and Duke only checked his now empty magazine. He only brought a loaded gun for protection, and how awful was it that the whole magazine was now used up? Fifteen bullets for fifteen thugs—not bad for accuracy, but it still meant he used fifteen shots.
"We should hurry. The police will get here soon." Duke just holstered the gun and quickly walked to fetch Rowan from the street. If it wouldn't make Rowan worry about his injury, he would have carried the painter in his arms.
