The intruder acted swiftly, clutching the bag in one hand and striking with the other. David's subordinates were mostly low-level thugs, no match for this seemingly skilled individual.

Amid a series of loud thuds, David struggled to see clearly, but his men had all been taken down.

Startled, David stammered in fear, "W-Who are you?"

The stranger didn't reply, instead slowly closing in on David.

David's heart raced as he looked up, feeling overwhelmed. The intruder towered over him, casting a shadow on David.

"A small-time player from Salt City's underworld," the man said, eyeing David's balding head.

Terrified, David realized this intruder had taken down his men without a word and now observed him with a menacing look. He tried to remember if he had crossed paths with this person before.

"S-Sir…" David's lips quivered as he continued. "H-Have I done something to upset you?"

"No, you haven't," the man replied flatly and took a seat in David's chair.

"Sir—" David began to speak,