The moment Mattew brought down the last attacker, the atmosphere in the club shifted completely. More men rushed in almost immediately, filling the space with heavy footsteps and rising tension. This time, they were not empty-handed. Some carried machetes that caught the dim light, others held batons, and a few even had pistols tucked tightly in their grip. Their eyes were sharp and angry, all of them focused on Mattew as they slowly surrounded him.
For a brief moment, everything held still, like the entire room was waiting for something to happen.
Then a voice cut through the silence.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The men immediately stopped moving. The tension changed direction as they stepped aside, creating a path for the person speaking. A tall man walked through the gap they
