"Darren, I don't know what kind of black magic this brat used to make a dog out of you," David sneered, crossing his arms with a mocking tilt of his head as his voice dripped with malice. "But once I break his legs, you can't do anything to me. HAHAHA!"
"Why you-" Darren growled, taking an angry step forward as his fists clenched tightly, Nathan instantly shifting beside him with a sharp glare.
Before either of them could burst, Dylan casually raised a hand, stopping them both in their tracks without even turning around.
"It's fine. I'll lay waste to him," Dylan said calmly, shaking his head with a small, unbothered sigh. He turned toward the door and waved a casual hand. "Okay, everyone follow me."
"But, Boss, he's still at the Origin Foundation-" Nathan stammered, hovering anxiously at his side as the crowd began to file outside.
