Felix lay on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. He was positive that Darius was standing before him, and there was no way he could’ve physically touched the stool. His eyes suddenly bulged, and he scrambled backward, shouting, “You’re an enlightened martial artist!”

His face turned ashen from his horror, and his voice became sharp and shrill. It was the complete opposite of his usual self, but this just showed that he knew what he was dealing with.

Darius straightened up and leaned forward. “Do you still think we’d be good friends?”

Edward laughed. It was funny to hear Darius saying that. At this moment, he suddenly recalled why he’d felt Erin’s pleas were so familiar—he’d heard another woman say the exact same thing to her earlier. In that instant, his pity for her lessened by half.

His laughter attracted Darius’ attention, making him turn to glance at Edward. Darius said, “Put the checks away and make sure Erin’s safe.”

Edward looked lost. He didn’t expect Darius to give h