The situation outside had turned dire as the deafening roar of gunfire and a massive explosion erupted—signaling a fierce clash between Jetro's team and the ruthless criminals.
Today, those criminals would stop at nothing to seize the building, driven by a burning hunger for control and a personal vendetta against the manager.
The presence of the Paradise Shop within the building also fueled their determination.
"Boss, let's move forward. It's freezing here. If this fight continues, we might lose despite our numerical advantage," one of the men urged, his teeth chattering from the cold.
"Do you think I don't know that? Look in front of you – that man is still shooting at us," the boss replied, his eyes fixed on the manager.
"Then how are we supposed to overtake them? We only have one grenade left," the criminals said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Perhaps retreating for now was the best choice if they couldn't take them down.
