"Don't give him time!" Isaac ordered. Isaac ordered. "Finish him off at once!"
And all the men charged towards Johan like furious bulls.
Johan, however, had a calm, confident smile on his lips.
'Five minutes...' Johan thought, flexing his fingers and taking a few steps towards Isaac's men.
Those guys could be clever when they wanted to be.
Johan observed his surroundings, counting almost thirty men, all almost a head taller than him - or more -, closing in on him as if he were an extremely valuable trophy to be captured.
To be killed.
Johan raised his hands, as if he were surrendering, just like the first time he had taken his opponents by surprise.
Some, however, those on whom the trick no longer worked, stepped back instead of forward.
Others, however, fell for Johan's trick, who cracked a calm smile as soon as he saw six of those men approaching.
