"Listen to me, you lost a brother and so did I, let's call it even," Xiu Xin said, breathless from the adrenaline. "The police will be here any minute. Let's deal with them first, and we can settle our accounts later. Does it have to be painful for loved ones and joyful for enemies?"
Dongye Yuusei knew he was facing a professional thug and he was running low on bullets. Continuing this way, he would end up dead sooner or later.
Thus, he brought up the police, the common enemy, hoping to reach a temporary compromise with his adversary, or even use their strength to fight the police together.
"Boss, he makes sense," the young man with a buzz cut reasoned, grabbing the gentle-looking man to persuade him. "The approaching police are our real problem, and since we've already killed one of them, we've had our revenge."
