Navigating through the buzzing crowd, Arslan meticulously scanned each of Julian's guards who stood around him, committing their positions and numbers to memory before making his move. He approached his target aftercounting everyone, a silent determination guiding his every step.
Observing the security detail surrounding Julian's VIP section, Arslan noted the strategic placements of the guards. Two stationed at the entrance of the VIP section, four inside of it, and another overlooking the dance floor, their concealed weapons a stark reminder of the risks at hand. Lena, with a mother's protective instincts, had entrusted those men with the safety of her child, aware of the looming threats that encircled them after the recent call with Arslan.
