Willow and Queenie gasped in fear as Clement charged forward. He raised his fist, only to have a knife pressed against his neck.

"Playing the hero? Look around. Do you think you're a match for all of us?" Zechariah taunted.

Meanwhile, Felix had quietly emerged from the restroom. No one noticed his return.

He assessed the situation calmly. With his skills, he could have easily intervened and neutralized the threat in moments, but he chose not to.

Clement needed this moment—to stand his ground as a man and protect his pride. Felix also had his own priorities. He was the one seeking help from Clement and had to tread carefully.

He was considering intervening when he spotted a familiar figure loitering near the doorway.

"Huxley," Felix called out with a faint smile.

Huxley, who had been enjoying the spectacle, froze. When he turned and saw Felix, his legs nearly gave way.

"F-Felix?" he stammered.

Huxley was usually the type to rush into a fight, but ever since his traumatic encou