The negotiation venue had been set up in the town's central square. Under the guides' direction, Carlos and his people headed straight for it. Guards stood every few steps, and the closer they got to the square, the denser the sentries became. There were even people hidden in the surrounding houses.
Seeing this, Carlos gave a disdainful smile. Those three really were wary of him. They had stationed so many people both openly and in secret, but unfortunately, they were all worthless. Numbers would not help them.
Not all of Carlos's men entered the central square. People were left aboard every ship, while others were stationed at every key passage and along every street. By the time he reached the square, more than three hundred people still followed behind him, though that was far less than the display the three families had arranged in the square.
The town square was about one and a half football fields in size, yet it was packed full by the three families' men. Aside from a few deliberately reserved walkways, there was nowhere to set foot. Carlos almost laughed at the sight.
The square was a sea of dark figures. Some carried guns, some held blades, all dressed in suits and ties, looking every bit the part. They had quite an imposing air. An ordinary person would have found it difficult to withstand so many eyes fixed on them amid such a formation.
Carlos trusted in his own strength and did not take these people seriously. However, the expressions of his subordinates grew heavier by the moment. Martin and the other two were better off. Their faces were solemn, but they had not panicked. They were confident that even if they could not defeat so many people, escaping would not be a problem.
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