In general, people carried their weapons there.

Despite Darius’ interest in the security guard, his tone turned grim. “It’s simple—I’m here to see the owner of this villa.”

The security guard frowned, sensing he wasn’t someone to be trifled with. He could only force himself to summon every ounce of patience he possessed. “That’s fine and dandy, but I need to know whether you’ve made an appointment. No one’s notified me of a visitor at this hour.”

Darius raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “You’re absolutely right… but I don’t have an appointment. And unfortunately for you, I’ll be making my way inside no matter what you say or do.”

The security guard sighed. “If that’s the case, I’ll have to apologize in advance. The Brezinski family has never allowed visitors into their home past six in the evening unless it’s for an important banquet. Moreover, since you’ve already proved yourself to be an enemy, I have no choice but to treat you as one.” He pulled out a club and held it tightly.

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