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AUTHORITY HAS A PRICE
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The first blow came without warning.

One of the enforcers lunged for Ethan’s arm, fingers clamping down hard, trying to twist it behind his back. The move was rough and careless, the kind used on men who didn’t fight back. Ethan turned with the grip, not against it, and the sudden shift broke the rhythm.

A sharp crack echoed as the enforcer’s wrist bent the wrong way.

The man screamed and dropped to his knees, clutching his arm as pain tore through him. His rifle hit the ground and slid across the concrete. Before anyone could react, the second enforcer swung his weapon like a club, aiming for Ethan’s head.

Ethan stepped inside the arc of the swing. His elbow drove forward, striking the man’s shoulder joint with brutal precision. There was a dull pop, followed by a howl of pain.

The enforcer staggered back, his arm hanging uselessly, fingers twitching as if they no longer belonged to him.

Everything froze.

Workers stopped moving. The port clerk’s clipboard slipped from his hands and
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