As Dhruv heard the man's shouting and the mention of 'another batch for the farm,' a perplexing thought crossed his mind.
'What does he mean by workers for the farm? Are they creating some sort of farm? Do they truly see this situation as some kind of game? Humans are sure more fucked up than…' Before he could fully contemplate these questions, the individual referred to as the boss and more members of the gang arrived before them.
Dhruv scanned the group and observed that each member was casually carrying an assault rifle on their shoulder, giving the vibes of a third-rate villain group. The smugness on there was the last nail to the coffin making it official. The boss, however, stood out from the rest as he was unarmed.
'Is he that confident in his hand-to-hand combat skills, or perhaps... he's a magician,' Dhruv surmised as he looked at the boss. He couldn't help but wonder,
