Darius’ gaze turned laser-sharp at his words, and his face turned frosty as he got to his feet. He walked toward the 30-year-old man, who paled and trembled as Darius approached.

He slapped his substitute on the shoulder, saying, “Why are you still standing there? As my substitute, you…” Before he could finish his sentence, Darius wrapped a hand around his neck, and he could no longer make a sound.

All he could do was glare at Darius while kicking his legs in mid-air, trying to break free of Darius’ grip. He parted his lips and said with difficulty, “Do you know what you’re doing? I haven’t done anything wrong! What right do you have to treat me like this?”

Darius frowned, looking impatient. “I thought I’d made myself clear—who are you, and where did you learn that insult from?”

The 30-year-old man looked fearful at his words; he now knew what Darius’ issue was. He gulped and said, “If you let me go, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Darius curled his lip and looked at the