"Lei, Lei!" Qiao Shan's low call pulled He Lei back from his golden dreams, clearly displeasing the latter. He grumbled unhappily, "What the hell do you want?"
Qiao Shan caught the annoyance in the other's voice and slightly bowed, "Lei, there are still three guys downstairs we haven't dealt with. What do you think we should do?"
"Damn, just three f***ing punks, what are we afraid of? There's so many of us; we could drown them with spit," Peng Fei said dismissively.
Qiao Shan shook his head in disagreement, "You can't say that. Those three guys aren't much of a threat, but don't forget they have support outside. Besides, Lei said their firepower isn't bad, so we shouldn't take the risk of waiting for the guys downstairs to call in outside help before we act."
