"How's that, I've made myself clear, haven't I? If you can nab Brother Dragon for us, I'll put in a good word for you in front of Miss. I might let you little lackeys off the hook since she's been in a good mood lately. But if that Brother Dragon gets away, we'll have no choice but to take it out on you guys to appease Miss." Guluo and Ximu held a frightened captive, full of threats, and especially Guluo, who slid a blood-stained steel rod over his shoulder, that faint smell of blood mingling with the rust, one dared not think too hard about which unfortunate comrade had left it behind.
"I got it, I got it, for sure, consider it done, definitely." The man nodded eagerly.
For the gang members, there's no excessive loyalty to speak of, betrayal is rife even without the threat of a gun to the head or death; and even in regular times, skimming a little off the top can lead to selling out the gang's information.
