In a dimly lit, seedy bar filled with the sounds of muffled laughter and the clinking of glasses. Enzo sits at a worn booth with his lieutenants, a pack of loyal but rowdy men, the atmosphere thick with tension. He sips his drink, scanning the room. Suddenly, his gaze lands on a rival member of the Serpents, a striking figure. His heart skips a beat, but he quickly hardens his expression. "Hold on... that's one of Knox's enforcers, what are they doing here?" He strides towards the newcomer.
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