With each passing moment, the hall became more and more crowded, Jerome's men finding themselves increasingly outnumbered by the flood of Nathaniel Special Forces pouring in.Despite the overwhelming odds against him, Jerome refused to show any sign of weakness or fear. A mocking laugh erupted from his lips as he faced Jeremy, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Is this all you've got?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even with this army of yours, you won't leave here alive, little Nephew."Jeremy's expression hardened as he stared down his uncle, a cold determination in his gaze. "You're wrong, Uncle," he replied, his voice like steel. "You might have outsmarted the special forces once, but this time, we're not going to let you slip away. This is your last stand."Around them, the Special Forces moved into position, surrounding Jerome and his men like a tightening noose. In the midst of the chaos, Jerome remained as hardened as ever, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
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