Darius maintained a smile while speaking, but for some reason, it made the hairs down everyone’s back stand straighter. Even so, he did not allow anyone to voice their thoughts; While shrugging, he added, “You’ll die a most brutal death should you become my enemy. When that happens, no matter how much I don’t wish for that outcome, I won’t have a choice but to end you.”

The men hesitated for a moment. They looked at each other, assessing what everyone thought before refocusing their attention on Darius. Gulping, one of them cautiously tested the waters, saying, “Doesn’t that mean you can end our lives as you please, at any point in the future, and as long as you feel it’s reasonable?”

Although Darius had already killed someone in the blink of an eye earlier—not to mention that person died gruesomely—the remaining fifty men still had to question Darius. That was because they felt he would eventually do the same to them one day, and they could not accept it.

Darius shrugged, flashing an