Francisco relayed Victor's message to the drug traffickers without change.
At that moment, the scene...
Everyone stood up, filled with righteous indignation, cursing Victor for being inhuman.
They all clamored to teach him a lesson.
But no one got up; they were glued to their chairs.
Leaning against the doorway, Francisco took a drag of his cigarette, watching coldly, and suddenly said, "So, shall we go to war? We have enough people right now to unleash a round of fire on Victor, but I have to tell you, we're running low on ammo."
The room instantly fell silent.
The drug traffickers instantly shut up, looking at each other.
"Francisco, do you think Victor keeps his word?" one of the traffickers asked, voicing his concern, "He won't wait for us to lay down our weapons and then eradicate us, will he?"
Francisco himself hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed, "He shouldn't be lawless to that extent, should he? It's a civilized society we're living in now!"
