Blackie was clearly pleased with Blackfin's awed reaction. He bared his sharp teeth in a wide, satisfied grin, then turned back toward the stunned crowd as if their shock were a personal reward.
"What are you all standing around for?" he barked. "The owner told you to leave. Move it, unless you want me to wipe this whole room clean."
Under normal circumstances, such a blunt dismissal would have ignited tempers on the spot. But after witnessing Blackie casually injure three Bishop-tier Mutants, any thought of resistance had been crushed. How powerful was he, really? Each of them had wealth, influence, and contingencies they trusted in, yet none of it seemed remotely useful now. As for money, could it even help in a situation like this? Ironically, if anyone had bothered to ask Ethan, he might have said yes without hesitation.
