After Brandon stepped back, Richard did not let his guard down. He knew that Brandon wasn’t just standing idly by—he was commanding his army. Dozens of his underlings, each armed with weapons, advanced like an unstoppable wave crashing to the shore. Richard quickly assessed the situation, scanning the area to make sure. But in the end, he merely sneered with contempt.
Facing the overwhelming force of his enemies, Richard didn’t retreat. He stood firm, like an immovable wall, his hand gripping the motorcycle handlebar tightly, his eyes coldly observing the advancing soldiers. Victor followed behind, his hand clutching the weapon bag Richard had brought. Every footstep, every sound from the advancing soldiers grew louder.
“Don’t let anyone escape,” Richard whispered, his eyes still locked
