The syndicate’s stronghold was an old silk factory on the outskirts of town. It was guarded by thirty men, armed with rusted machetes and cheap pistols. They were laughing, drinking cheap liquor, counting the money they made from the women they trafficked. They didn't hear Soman enter. They only felt the change in the air—the sudden drop in temperature, the unnatural stillness.
Soman moved through the factory like a force of nature. He didn't use weapons; he was the weapon. His philosophy was simple: a fistful of vengeance is heavier than a mountain. He disarmed men with fluid, terrifying grace. A strike to the throat here, a bone-shattering palm strike to the chest there. The air filled with the sickening crunch of bone and the screams of men realizing they were trapped in a cage with a tiger. The syndicate’s stronghold was an old silk factory
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