Western New York, Eastern New Jersey, an area beside a certain bridge, at the entrance of a building.
"What's your name? Who sent you to cause this incident?"
Hearing Luo An's question, the black man scoffed, then coughed and opened his mouth, preparing to spit at Luo An.
Ptooey—
A mix of yellow and white flew out of the black man's mouth, but it didn't hit Luo An; Luo An was quicker, immediately grabbing the black man's shirt to shield himself.
The yellow and white substance got on his own shirt, the black man slightly stunned, Luo An sneered, forcefully tore the shirt apart, and stuffed it back into the black man's mouth.
"Ah—"
By the time Reesi and Winslow reached the entrance of the building, what they saw was a black man with his mouth stuffed with a rag, shot in the legs sprawled on the ground, with Luo An firmly pressing on his back, handcuffing his hands.
"You've arrived just in time."
