Chapter 273

A relieved sigh slipped out of Wilson when he saw Darius slowing to a halt. In his eyes, that meant the latter was willing to help him. However, he was oblivious to how Darius was one step ahead and had figured out the tank meant bad news. Darius had merely stopped to ponder the best course of action—to let Wilson die now or save him. He did not have to think for much longer, though, as a man soon exited one of the tanks and approached him with a baseball bat. Darius then quirked a brow before deciding to stay silent.Contrarily, the approaching man did not share the same sentiment. He stood before Darius, rage causing the tips of his ears to redden. He gripped the baseball bat so hard that even the veins running down his forearms popped.Still, he gritted his teeth, suppressing his wrath to say, “I’m Benji Anderson. I believe you’ve guessed my family background now that you know my last name.”Darius’ brows raised upon seeing the former. He never thought someone could behave so formally