Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

Security of Madness

"Seven... eight... nine..."

When the security guard reached the count of nine, he held his voice a little longer to give Claire and her two friends one last chance.

However, he did not find any change in expression on Claire's face. Jenny and Maria might be a little frightened, but not Claire. The girl was still standing tall and blatantly staring right into his eyes.

With that look, it was as if Claire wanted to convey: I was never afraid of your truncheon.

Regrettably, the security guard harbored a strong aversion to anyone attempting to assert dominance over him. His defensive instincts kicked in without delay, compelling him to safeguard his pride and dignity in this encounter.

"Ten!" he declared, concluding his count with an abrupt elevation of his club. "Prepare yourself for this!"

With unwavering determination, the security guard swung his club directly toward Claire without a moment's hesitation.

The young woman swiftly raised her hands to shield her head, displaying a defensi