The hand grenade sat on the car roof, hissing with white smoke, instantly terrifying the gathered gang members into a hasty retreat.
The man in the suit, with an AK47 muzzle shoved into his mouth, wet himself, his pants soaked with the trickling yellow liquid, dripping onto the ground.
The big boss emerged with his entourage only to witness this spectacle and was immediately stunned.
For a full three minutes, the area outside the Black Blood Bar was silent enough to hear a pin drop, with only the night wind breezing by and everyone's gaze fixed on the composed figure inside the police car.
"Hmm? Seems like a dud?" Tang Zheng reached out, took the hand grenade from the roof of the car, glanced at it, and stuffed it into the suit man's collar before stepping out of the car.
