Darius placed his hands in his pockets,

condescendingly looking down at Bilgi and spitting. Without giving the matter

another thought, he swung his foot onto the latter’s stomach, then headed back

to the couch.

Bilgi lay on the ground. He struggled to turn

his head toward Darius before coughing up blood. Only then did his hoarse voice

ring out. “I guess you’re not very bright, so I’ll punish you now!”

His head whipped around to face the men in

various formal suits behind him. They were staring at him with blank faces,

which made his breathing quicken. He slammed both palms into the ground,

forcing himself off the floor.

“Why the hell aren’t you guys doing

anything?” he loudly barked at the men, his saliva splattering everywhere while

he pointed at Darius.

“Have you forgotten who the boss that’s

sustaining your livelihoods is? I’m now ordering you guys to break this boy

toy’s legs! Let’s see how he’ll use his body for a living after becoming a

cripple!”

Not a tinge of emotion showed