“Thus, if you guys can stand before me like civilized humans and discuss the issue regarding your futures, perhaps you guys will end up in a different situation than that dead guy on the floor.”

Grim silence befell the scene as the crowd looked at the floor.

Darius kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes sweeping past everyone before settling on the man approaching him.

“I’m impressed. You’re brave enough to come close even though I just killed your comrade. If your reason for approaching me isn’t to avenge your friend, then I can only assume you’re here to discuss a collaboration with me. Or perhaps you have other plans in mind. If so, feel free to tell me.”

The man opposite Darius gulped. On his arm was a dark tattoo sleeve with an occult symbol in the center. Despite his terrifying appearance, he remained silent, not daring to utter a word while breathing heavily.

His gaze was downcast, but his eyes darted everywhere in the room to search for an appropriate reason to answer Dariu