Bab 272: Bullets? Funny!!

As the two men entered the house, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The dimly lit room was filled with the low murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses.

With a sense of urgency, the man with the gun dropped his weapon onto the nearest table, causing a collective gasp from the other occupants of the room. All eyes turned towards the newcomers, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.

"Shit!" exclaimed the man who had relinquished his gun, his voice tinged with frustration and panic.

Immediately, the other men in the room began to gather around, their expressions ranging from confusion to alarm. They bombarded the newcomers with questions, demanding to know what had transpired.

The injured man, his face contorted with pain, spoke up first. "Charlie killed somebody," he announced, his words sending shockwaves through the room.