What are you playing at with just a few hundred bucks a day?
"Fxxk! You useless pieces of shit! What am I paying you for?" Priyan cursed furiously, disgusted by the cowardly display of his own people, nearly bursting with anger.
Unable to contain his rage, he picked up a rifle from the ground and aimed at the Black Hawk overhead, ready to spray bullets. Unfortunately, he seemed too old, too uncoordinated, and not well-versed in firearms, his hands trembling like Parkinson's. Trying to prove himself, he courageously but futilely pulled the trigger repeatedly without firing a single shot.
In the end, infuriated, he threw the rifle to the ground, stomping his feet red with rage.
When the Beggar Gang Disciples saw this, they turned their guns around, almost blasting him to bits. Was he lucky that there was a jam?
But in reality, in his panic, he hadn't even bothered to disengage the safety.
