The shouts were shattered by the airflow, and his subordinates slipped away faster than rabbits... Staying a second longer would be disrespecting their own lives.
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The Chris Clan had been rooted in Hendry County for many years, with family members numbering up to a dozen, and they had been employing fifty to sixty residents from nearby villages and towns to manage farm affairs year-round.
Every year, there were also three to five hundred seasonal migrant workers serving their farm.
Although the family was known locally for being low-key, mysterious, and ruthless, few dared to provoke them lightly.
But when the roar of engines tore through the tranquility of the night, everyone on the farm realized that this clan had encountered unprecedented trouble.
This time, it was not the usual law enforcement that would reason with them.