Enzo's heart pounded as he sat at the table, flanked by the imposing figures of the enforcers. The situation was dire, and he felt like a mouse caught in a trap, surrounded by hungry cats. The old man's eerie smile never wavered, and his eyes gleamed with a strange intensity.
As Enzo contemplated his next move, he realized that an impulsive attack might not be the wisest choice. The organization's capabilities were still largely unknown to him, and any rash action could lead to dire consequences.
For now, he needed to buy time, understand what the old man wanted from him, and assess the extent of the organization's power. As he pretended to listen to the old man's words, his mind raced, searching for an opening, a weakness that he could exploit.
