The host stood frozen for several seconds, unsure how to interpret Evon's sudden decision to make a phone call. It struck him as strange. Evon had already demonstrated overwhelming strength, more than enough to subdue every guard in the room if he wanted. If intimidation had been his goal, he would not have needed a phone call. So why contact someone now? Why risk drawing more attention when he already had the upper hand?
As Evon lowered the phone, silent and composed, the host began to feel a sense of smug confidence returning to him. A theory formed in his mind, one that he clung to immediately because it made sense to his ego.
He must have realized who he's dealing with.
He's scared of the Black Hounds.
A grin spread beneath the host's mask as he straightened his posture.
"It's because you've realized you're messing with the Black Hounds!" the host declared triumphantly. "One of the biggest gangs in Notting Hill, far bigger than anything you could possibly comprehend!"
