"Who gave me this gun? It isn't loaded!" Senhor Trobe uttered in disgust.
One of his men that were behind him raised a hand hesitantly.
"Next time, I'll use a gun with bullets!" Senhor Trobe pointed the gun to him and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The man got confused before he closed his eyes and slumped on the floor slowly. Before he had fallen, his companions had dragged him outside.
Senhor Trobe shook his head. "Sorry," he muttered indifferently. He picked up his binoculars again.
The party-goers got tired of swimming and playing. They were going back to the hotel by groups.
E-NS and E-TV were gone with their group. They were first to go to their rooms.
"Are the tables for the weapons ready?"
"Tomorrow evening, Senhor Trobe!"
"Hmm... Is the arena clean and
