The moment I took down the last of them, more men flooded into the club. They came armed this time—machetes, batons, even a few pistols glinting under the dim club lights. Their faces twisted with fury as they sized me up, their knuckles tightening around their weapons.
Just as they were about to charge, a voice cut through the noise. "What the hell is going on here?" The men instantly froze and stepped aside as a figure strode through the chaos. A tall man with slicked-back hair and a neatly trimmed beard stopped in front of me. He wore an expensive suit, the kind that screamed authority in this kind of place. His gaze swept over the broken bodies sprawled around the club before settling on me.
"Are you telling me that you took all these men down by yourself?" He sounded more intrigued
