Chapter 100: "I Am Wendy. What Do You Want?"

The crowd’s attention focused on a man with a prominent scar on his face. His aggressive demeanor was intimidating, causing everyone to involuntarily step back. Without warning, the group rudely shoved aside anyone blocking the entrance and barged into the room. They quickly scanned the area, scrutinizing every corner, before demanding again with an undeniable urgency, "Which one of you is Wendy?" The question echoed through the empty room, each word reverberating in the silent space. Hearing this, everyone slowly turned their heads, their indifferent gazes shifting away from the intruders. But as no one responded, the thugs grew increasingly impatient. One of them slammed his bat against the table, the loud clash of wood and metal piercing through the air. Once again, they demanded, "Didn’t you hear me? I asked, who is Wendy?" Wendy could no longer tolerate the threats and noise. She slowly stood up from her seat, her eyes flashing with determination as she faced the uninvited gu