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"B-Boss, He is here." A goon said shaking in boots in front of a dimly lit room. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the faint hum of the fluorescent light overhead. Shadows danced across the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.
A figure stepped out from the darkness, their presence commanding and ominous. The Boss, a tall and imposing man with a scar running down the left side of his face, glanced at the trembling goon with cold, calculating eyes.
"Who's here?" the Boss asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"H-Heir Ashwood, He is demanding to hand over the mother of that kid."
The Boss's eyes narrowed his expression hardening. "Heir Ashwood, you say?" His voice was a low growl, filled with both curiosity and menace.
The goon nodded vigorously, sweat trickling down his forehead. "Y-Yes, Boss."
