"These mongrels!"
A suppressed growl came from a flat thirty meters away.
As soon as the man stood up, a powerful arm clamped his neck and pushed him down again. The man struggled desperately, but the arm's owner didn't make a sound, just pressed him down tightly until they both were out of breath.
Moonlight penetrated through the window, illuminating the vapor from their breath in vivid detail.
"Had enough?"
"Not really!"
The person holding him punched him hard, "You are really stubborn, aren't you! Only the three of us left in the company, if you charge ahead, what should Old Dong and I do? Wait to die?"
At the mention of Old Dong, the man paused, just as he was about to get up, he was pulled back.
"Shut up, don't move!"
A motorcycle roared past outside the window, the headlights made the room stark white, only two figures in camouflage hid in the shadow beneath the window.
