e put it on the table, then tapped it lightly.

Ice-cold fury washed over the dark-suited board member, and he seemed to lose control over his facial features. He glared daggers at Darius, and his chest heaved. He stalked toward Darius, growling, “You’ve got guts, and you’re among the few who’ve dared doubt me. Now, I’ll gladly show you the price you have to pay for your attitude!”

Though he hadn’t seen his attacker, he was sure Darius was the only person who could be behind it. Darius was the only person with that sort of ability, and his scorn was obvious. He saw Darius tapping on something on the table, but he didn’t see what it was.

His rage had reached its peak and burned any sense of rationality left in him. In the next second, he felt a familiar gust of wind coming at him. This time, it was stronger than before and sent him flying, making him crash against the wall.

Darius stood up, no longer wanting to waste time with the dark-suited board member. He looked at the other board