Roger stormed off the deck, making his way through the corridors of the cruise ship to a lounge area.
Bang!
Roger kicked over a coffee table, "fuck! How dare he treat me like that?!"
He turned to face Owen and the rest, "You bunch of losers! Do you even deserve to be called top-tier bodyguards? If he wanted to kill me just now, I would already be dead! Useless!"
The three bodyguards lowered their heads, equally upset.
Owen stepped forward, "I'm very sorry. I will report this incident to the company myself, and someone will discuss compensation with you."
"I don't need your damned compensation!" Roger roared, "I want you to guarantee my safety! Not like that bastard said, that if he wants me alive I'll be alive, and if he wants me dead, I'll be dead!"
Owen said, "Mr. Roger, we are only B-level members of the company. It is indeed very difficult to deal with someone like that person just now. Perhaps you can hire higher-level personnel to ensure your safety."
