Close Your Eyes

The mafiosos of The Crimson Brotherhood in the ballroom stared at Scott with tense expressions. Even though they outnumbered him, Scott had the advantage right now because he held their boss hostage. The powerful and intimidating aura emanating from Scott's body convinced them he wasn’t bluffing.

Alex, Alfonso's right-hand man in The Crimson Brotherhood, also sensed the unusual aura Scott possessed. Unlike the other mafiosos, Alex appeared relaxed. Silently, he moved one hand behind his back, retrieving a hidden trident.

“You bastard! How dare you do this to me! If you think you can walk out of here alive after this, you're wrong! Dead wrong!” Alfonso shouted, clutching Scott’s leg.

He intended to lift Scott's leg and roll to the side, but for some reason, Scott’s leg felt impossibly heavy, like he was gripping an iron pillar, not a leg.

“Are you stupid or what? If I wanted, I could kill you this very second. The fact that you’re still breathing is because I’m allowing it,” Scott said