Song Yu Han had raised hell in that room. He didn't care who they were. Didn't care what power they held outside the ship. In this place, their titles and wealth were nothing more.
He just wanted to use up all the remaining rounds.
The chants have ceased. But the scream continued.
The scent of incense and smoke mingled with the stench of gunpowder and blood. The moonlight spilling through the open dome illuminated the bodies scattered across the floor, twisted and crumpled awkwardly.
Song Yu Han tossed the gun, having run out of its bullets. He took another one from his back holster, and coincidentally, one of the men he shot twitched, and he shot him in the head.
Another tried to crawl away, hands stained with blood as he begged in a language Song Yu Han didn't bother understanding. The man's plea ended with a croak as he took his last breath.
