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... tomobile Factory felt more like a courtroom than a workplace.
Mi Qianhu and his twenty four men stood bound in a straight line, wrists tied behind their backs, faces stiff with forced composure. They tried to hold themselves upright, but the rope around their arms and the ring of militia surrounding them made their situation painfully clear. They were no longer hunters. They were prey.
The militia formed a tight perimeter, muskets ready, watching for the slightest movement.
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