Death breeze flew across the iron gate of the barracks, carrying with it black polythene bags, wrapped together with a yellow rubber band.
Two soldiers standing at the sides of the closed gate, their eyes wide and sharp as an eagle, stretched their spears as they noticed two people walking through the smoke and approaching the barracks wall.
Clicking sound echoed as one of the two soldiers shook his spear, letting the short chain slam on the top surface of the triangular-shaped iron shimmering under the moon's gaze.
After shaking the spear for straight five minutes, the black-skinned guy standing in a ready-to-fight stance loosened his grip on his spear, then turned to the guy shaking the spear.
"Cut the crap… can't you see it's our senior and the lady everyone wants…" he said, turning a slightly sharp gaze at the fat guy, then moved two steps back and leaned on the wall.
