"Number Ten, what the hell are you doing?"
"Cut the crap! Put the gun down! Do you know how valuable the equipment below is?"
"Screw you..."
"Number Ninety-Seven" snorted coldly, turning his gaze back to the Siberian tiger wreaking havoc, but before he could finish his curse, "Number Ten" swung his blade, and a pillar of blood shot into the sky, "Number Ninety-Seven" was decapitated!
"Everyone, put the guns down! Anyone who uses a gun will end up like him! These mere beasts, grab your knives and kill them!"
"Number Ten" grabbed "Number Ninety-Seven's" head, blood splattering, as he shouted coldly at the gun-toting crowd. The surrounding men hesitated for a moment, then one of them, without hesitation, pulled the trigger at his head.
