The bald man then grabbed the phone from

Daisy’s hand and boomed with a voice that sparked fear in others.

“I suggest you show yourself before me now.

Or else, I can guarantee you’ll end up miserably. Know this—I’m not as

worthless as little Daisy here. Let’s hope you’re smart enough not to

underestimate the power of public opinion.”

He hung up after saying that.

Meanwhile, Darius knitted his brows upon

hearing the click from the other end of the call. Everything had spiraled

beyond Darius’ initial plans. He raised his wrist to look at the time before

returning his hand to his hips.

At the same time, he sat in the driver’s

seat, tapped the dashboard with his other hand, and sighed.

Bridget had already gotten into the car,

her face creasing with worry when she noticed Darius’ countenance.

“Sir, I’m an enlightened martial artist.

While I’m not nearly as skilled as you—oh, well, that doesn’t matter—” Before

she could finish speaking, Darius’ phone rang again, so she pursed her lips

sh