The damp night wind swept the stench of rot from the alley's drainage ditch into Wang Jianguo's nose, and his fingers, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly.
He caught a glimpse of the short gun tucked into the small of Scarface's back, appearing and disappearing with his movements, and his Adam's apple bobbed with a tense swallow, though he forced a strange, half-smiling curve onto his face:
"Brother, this whole thing is a misunderstanding anyway. What do you say we find some quiet place to hash it out properly?"
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