Darius placed his hands in his pockets,

condescendingly looking down at Bilgi and spitting. Without giving the matter

another thought, he swung his foot onto the latter’s stomach, then headed back

to the couch.

Bilgi lay on the ground. He struggled to turn

his head toward Darius before coughing up blood. Only then did his hoarse voice

ring out. “I guess you’re not very bright, so I’ll punish you now!”

His head whipped around to face the men in

various formal suits behind him. They were staring