"Yeah, sneaking around in the dead of night—they're definitely up to no good. Let's give them a taste of their own medicine."
"Right!"
The people behind Troy echoed with fury.
The five intruders stayed silent, encircled by Troy's dozen men, yet not a flicker of fear crossed their faces.
"Who dares to touch my people!" Just then, three figures emerged from the forest. The leader, with hands clasped behind his back, stood tall and proud, exuding the aura of a mountain king.
The trio approached.
"Jason!" A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as they recognized the leader. While the others were strangers, Jason was a familiar face.
"He really showed up," Martin thought, a silent chuckle escaping him as he glanced at the two men trailing Jason—a middle-aged man and a hulking figure
