The Ambush from the Wild Purple Demons

A few hours ago...

As Victor, Moses, and Lenny stepped into the warehouse, certain fellows at different points, hidden at different angles away from normal eyes, tracked their movements.

"So that is him? The one master Cuban is willing to pay five hundred human-branded mark skins for," one of them whispered in a low, harsh tone to another.

"Hehehe!!! He looks soft and fragile. This will be real easy picking for us." Another one added.

"Yes! Let's just go out there now and kill him once and for all."

A few of them turned to one another and nodded. However, the individual leading them stopped them in their tracks, "We are demons, and even getting this close to the city of milk and honey is a dangerous feat. Outrightly causing chaos might invite the wrath of the Primordial Beast.

After all the information we gathered, we finally tracked Lenny Tales to this place. It would be prudent to do things from a more conservative point of view.