Willie’s companions who had planned to rush forward hesitated upon witnessing his pitiable state, choosing to keep their distance instead. Willie clutched his injured wrist, crying in agony.

Adrian stood before him, observing with cold detachment. "Are you still inclined to challenge me?"

"Who are you? What do you want? If it's money you're after, we can provide it. Just give us a little time," Willie implored.

"I have no interest in money. I simply require your presence," Adrian stated as he