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 d