Suddenly, a blinding white beam of light cut through the darkness of the night, illuminating Aixa's kneeling figure. The deep, smooth, yet powerful roar of engines shattered the silence of the deserted street outside the bar.It was not just one vehicle, but a convoy of more than a dozen gleaming black Rolls-Royces that arrived in formation, creating a barricade across the road and stopping directly in front of where Aixa was. The car doors swung open, and several tall, imposing men dressed in pitch-black suits stepped out, carrying large umbrellas as they formed an extremely tight security line.From the most luxurious Rolls-Royce in the center, a man emerged.The moment his polished shoes touched the rain-soaked asphalt, the atmosphere around them shifted dramatically, becoming heavy and intimidating. He was exceptionally tall and broad-shouldered, his perfectly proportioned frame wrapped in a custom-tailored Italian suit. His face looked as though it had been sculpted by a master a
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