A sudden scream startled Prince awake. He let out a low growl at the door.
Feng Shan grabbed the pistol from his nightstand and walked slowly to the door. He signaled for Prince to be quiet, gently gripped the doorknob, and yanked the door open.
The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel is that a motel's parking lot is connected directly to the rooms. The parking lot is right outside your door.
Any security measures consisted of a single low, wire-mesh fence that couldn't even stop a dog.
Stepping out of his room,
he saw a man lying face down in the open area near the entrance, illuminated by a streetlight. A thin stick was sticking out of his butt, and he was wailing miserably.
Guests from other rooms also started coming out.
Feng Shan scanned the crowd. Almost everyone was holding a gun, some long, some short.
'And Frank had the nerve to praise Fairbanks for being so peaceful and quaint.'
'This is peaceful and quaint?'
