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... o help the fallen man, while the rest of the group—mostly men—grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find and turned to glare at Ethan, eyes blazing.
"You son of a bitch! You hit Preston? You got a death wish or something?!"
Ethan didn’t flinch. He raised his blood-smeared steel pipe and pointed it at them, voice cold and steady. "What, you wanna try me?"
The group hesitated. His presence hit like a wall—calm, but coiled with violence. No one moved.
Preston ...
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