Only the car windows riddled with bullet holes remained, along with two middle-aged men lying in a pool of blood in the back seat.
A few streets away, a guy dressed in high-end attire suddenly looked toward the direction from which the gunshots came.
There was a hint of doubt and seriousness in his eyes, and after waiting a while without hearing more gunshots, he turned around, leaning against the window, looking at the people in the room.
"I think we can totally operate stealthily, turn the bar into an underground model. I heard they're planning to open a bar in the sewers."
The people in the room laughed; opening a bar in the sewers seemed like a good option, at least the sewers offered better concealment.
While a few were talking, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and some people had already placed their hands on their weapons.
Lately, the city hasn't been very peaceful, and nobody knows when Lance will come knocking on their door.
