Chapter 181

Everyone's eyes were on the old man. He felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's him!"

The crowd parted, and a tall, muscular man stepped forward. He had a menacing look in his eyes. "You're not going anywhere," the man growled.

The old man tried to stay calm. "I think there's been a mistake," he said, his voice steady.

"No mistake," the man replied, pulling out a knife. "We know why you're here."

The old man took a step back, realizing it was a trap. The people who had been dancing moments ago were now closing in on him, their faces cold and hard.

"Get him!" the man with the knife yelled. The crowd surged forward.

The old man turned and ran, pushing his way through the mob. He could hear their footsteps behind him, feel the heat of their breath on his neck. He darted through the hot club, searching for an exit.

"You won't escape!" someone shouted. A chair flew past his head, smashing into the wall. The old man ducked and kept moving, his heart pounding in his