One by one, burly men emerged from the shadows, shirtless and armed with various weapons-axes, machetes, hammers, and more.
Emil watched in horror as the burly men, weapons in hand, approached him with cold, ruthless expressions.
His face turned ghostly pale as he stumbled backward, shouting, "I'm here to see Chief Deadeye! What do you all think you're doing?"
The men sneered, their expressions turning even more menacing.
"What do you think we're doing?"
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