Standing right in front of him were four men. Not just any men these were fearsome-looking, heavy-built men, their faces cold, their bodies standing like statues. They didn't even need to say a word. Just looking at them was enough to make anyone lose courage.
Their eyes held no pity, no softness. Just darkness and something worse readiness. Readiness to hurt, to break, to destroy.
The boss swallowed hard, his eyes darting between them, his body trembling slightly. He tried to speak, but his throat was too dry. And even though the room was still silent, the message was loud and clear:
This was not a place for mercy.
At that moment, the boss's lips began to tremble, and without holding it back, tears started rolling down his face. He couldn't control it anymore. The fear was eating him alive, and the sight of those four men standing in front of him with stone faces made everything worse.
