Chapter 18

With each step Timothy took, he could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. He smirked, completely unfazed.

After walking several dozen steps, he found himself in a vast open area. When he reached the center, a gust of wind swept through, carrying a single falling leaf.

The air grew tense with a hint of impending violence.

Timothy kept his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered as he kicked a small stone on the ground. Speaking as if to himself but with a clear intention, he said, "Come out."

The moment he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps surrounded him. Dozens of men in black emerged from the shadows, each exuding menacing air with a deadly look in their eyes.

The leader, sporting dreadlocks and a tattoo covering half his face, eyed Timothy with a mixture of amusement and menace.

"It's been a while since anyone dared to cause trouble in my territory. Do you know what happens to those who do?"

Timothy took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Wher