The security guard looked at Darius with strengthened resolve. “That means everything I’m doing now is perfectly acceptable!” He raised an arm to reveal a blowtorch in his hand. There was a baton in his other, which he swung at Darius.

Darius didn’t even flinch. He tucked his hands in his pockets and looked at the security guard calmly. “You’ve made the wrong decision by going for my head.” His gaze turned frosty as he sidestepped the attack.

The security guard bashed the baton on the ground so hard that it splintered; the look on Darius’ face turned mocking. He snorted and put his hands behind his back. “You’re weak, weaker than I expected, at least.” He kicked the security guard, making him land on his back. Then, he placed a foot on the security guard’s stomach. “Now, tell me—who gave the order for you to come at us?”

The security guard couldn’t help shuddering at the sudden drop in temperature. The three others trained their gazes on Darius and took a hesitant step forward. They