Felix rubbed his sore wrists, then reached into his boots and pulled out two slim knives. Even though it had been years since he last had to fight, old habits die hard— he never went anywhere unharmed.
At the table, five of the men were already slumped over, snoring. Three more were half awake, drowsily playing cards. The remaining two had stepped outside to probably wait for their boss to arrive.
Show time.
Felix stood up and stretched. He had been on the ground for too long. Quietly, he walked to the duffel bag the men who kidnapped him had carried and opened it. Rope, duct tape, zipties, a bag of chips, and a sachet of powder. So this was what they used on him? He shook his head, low-grade stuff.
He sprinkled the powder across the table and stood aside. Within seconds, the remaining three men slumped over, unconscious.
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Felix moved quickly, taking fabric from nearby boxes and tearing them into strips. He tied up all the men and added a little bow to each knot.
