"Mr. Basettato, according to the tip I've received, Mr. Xiang Hai Long is currently in our district," Zhang Jia suddenly spoke up. "Shall we set a time to invite him for a talk?"
"We should catch him off guard and just…" Basettato made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Good, with your strong support, Mr. Basettato, I believe things will be much easier."
…
Late at night, Xiang Hai Long left the Fengye Bar alone. On the desolate street, suddenly the shrill screech of brakes shattered the night's stillness.
Three or four cars burst out from the darkness, surrounding him from different directions, then over a dozen submachine guns extended from the windows.
Xiang Hai Long's eyes turned cold. In the moment when gunfire intersected, he threw over a dozen stones from his hands like throwing knives.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo…" The stones flew through the dense bullets, striking the unseen gunmen.
