RETRIEVING CAMP PHOENIX: THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN

The convoy of cars screeched to a halt in front of the main office, dust swirling in the air. All eyes were fixed on the vehicles, waiting for Boris to emerge. Tension crackled in the atmosphere like a live wire.

A bodyguard swiftly opened the door of the lead car, and a middle-aged man stepped out. His presence exuded an air of authority and confidence.

“That’s him!” El Padre growled. Before anyone could blink, he was beside Boris, yanking him up with a speed that left everyone stunned.

Boris’s bodyguards were caught completely off guard. Within seconds, they found themselves surrounded by Ling Li’s forces, unable to make a move with Boris in El Padre’s iron grip.

“One wrong move, and he dies!” El Padre warned, his voice a menacing growl that brooked no argument.

“Dane, disarm them,” Shi Min instructed, his voice calm but commanding.