I don’t owe you anything. You owe me.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man ducked the moment he heard the first sound of gunfire. He instinctively covered his head, hiding under the table.

Thud!

He flinched when a body thudded onto the table above him, before falling right in front of him. The man's breath hitched, his eyes shaking as he gazed at the person whose life had been taken by a bullet.

It was one of the men who had been pointing a pistol at him moments earlier. The other man's eyes were still wide open, staring at him from under the table.

"Hah…" he breathed out, knowing he had to run as far away from here as possible. But how could he escape when the gunfire was continuous?

Another loud thud rang behind him. Looking back, he saw that the man who had previously aimed a gun at him had been gunned down. Before he could think about what to do next, he heard the door slide open.

"Shit—"