Bar incident PT 2
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"Quick, block all the exit!" Baron Arman ordered as he stepped into the bar with a dozen of Iranian gangsters.

Scott's heart racer after catching sight of the armed men walking into the bar furiously. Each one was either welding a dagger, machete, while only one man was holding a revolver in his right hand.

"I warned you, kid, but you still chose to play hero. Now you're dead meat!" Baron Arman spat, his voice filled with anger,and his right hand rubbing his cheek. The spot Scott punched him earlier was still red and swollen.

Scott stood in the same spot as the men that had just arrived stood a few meters away, waiting for the Baron's order.

Scott glanced at their faces for a few moments before speaking, "You couldn't win in a one on one fighy so you went to bring people to help you. Just how pathetic can you be?"

Hearing the words of Scott, Baron Arman's face became bright red, and his blood boiled in anger.

"You are outnumbered and yet you still talk so smooth? Just who are you?"Ar
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    The duo ran as fast as they could until they arrived in front of a door near the inventory section. Perez pulled it open, and as they stepped inside, the guards behind them opened fire. But none of the bullets found their mark. Instead, they pierced the walls and the doorframe, leaving small holes in the metal and splintered wood.The room they had entered was vast and hollow, filled with tall, empty wooden shelves. The air was musty and thick with dust. The room was dimly lit—its only source of illumination being a single, flickering bulb dangling from the ceiling. Every few seconds, the bulb would malfunction and plunge the space into complete darkness before sparking back to life with an ominous buzz.Their breathing was heavy. Hearts pounded in their chests as cold sweat trickled down their brows. Both scanned the room with wide, frantic eyes.“Where is this place?” Blake asked, his voice barely above a whisper.“It used to be a storage room,” Perez replied as he slowly advanced.

  • Dead wrong

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  • Inventory

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