Bruce looked at him calmly. “Perhaps you’ll consider telling me why you’re here if you don’t want to die.”

The man burst into laughter. Darius frowned and said, “Bruce, take him away so you can question him later.” Bruce immediately reached out to grab the man, and his speed made Darius’ eyes light up. As expected, Bruce was a martial artist who seemed more proficient than everyone present, including Darius. This made Darius want nothing more than to spar with him, but this obviously wasn’t the right time for that. He tried his best to suppress the urge to pounce on Bruce.

At this moment, Edward and Bridget showed up. From their footsteps and breathing, Darius could tell they had run all the way here, which made him raise an eyebrow. He turned to look at the door and said, “Bruce, hold on.” Bruce didn’t know why Darius had suddenly stopped him, but he did as told, and turned to look at Darius, whose brows were tightly furrowed. He’d never seen such a grim look on Darius’ face before a