Lynn stepped out of the bar with a steady and forceful gait.
His royal uniform, styled like a black military tunic, gleamed uniquely in the sunlight. Standing over two meters tall, his imposing figure cast a long shadow across the doorway. He raised his head slightly, his gaze calm and resolute as he looked ahead.
About three hundred Marine soldiers were lined up neatly at the entrance. Like a disciplined wall of steel, they all had their weapons aimed squarely at Lynn. The cold, piercing glares reflected from the dark gun barrels and sharp blades seemed to relentlessly declare their murderous intent.
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