As Luv walked toward the main exit, he continued recording on his phone, narrating everything like a true content creator.
"And guys," he murmured, panning the camera back toward the chaotic room, "this place is absolutely out of its mind. Too much money, art and paintings, VIP guest… we are talking full-blown suprise vibes here."
Just as his foot step reached at the grand exit gate, a massive shadow blocked the light. A security guard stepped directly into his path.
"Sir, one moment please."
Luv came to a sudden halt, the camera tilting slightly. The guard's expression was perfectly professional, but his eyes were dead serious.
"I need to request that you stop recording immediately."
Luv's face dropped, transitioning instantly into a look of wounded outrage. "Whattttt.... ?" he protested, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. "Why? On what reason...?" He turned the camera toward himself, pointing dramatically at his own chest. "Do you know who I am? I'm a rising superstar vlogger!"
The guard blinked, entirely unmoved.
Luv plowed ahead without giving him a chance to speak. "If you don't believe me, go look up my channel right now:- Mystigan ! I literally came here to promote this event for free. Such a magnificent auction! Stunning atmosphere! I am truly, deeply enjoying every single second of this!"
The security guard stared flatly at Luv's face.
The glaring flaw in Luv's argument was his expression. It gave away everything but enjoyment. Right now, he looked simultaneously stressed, bewildered, paranoid, thrilled, and profoundly hungry.
The guard, choosing survival over an argument, wisely ignored the facial contradictions. "Sir," he said calmly, extending a gloved hand. "Please cooperate."
Before Luv could dodge, the guard's fingers closed around the device, gently but firmly sliding the phone out of his grip to audit the footage.
Luv let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest. "Hey! Carefull !" He immediately hovered over the guard's shoulder, his eyes darting across the screen. "Be careful, man. That phone holds the entire future of my digital career."
The guard ignored him, his thumb efficiently scrolling through the recent video clips.
Beside him, Luv vibrated in standing position with nervous energy, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a nonstop, anxious stream. "Listen, you won't find anything weird. I only recorded the artistic stuff..."
As Luv and the security guard continued arguing near the entrance, the sudden sound of an engine interrupted them.
A sleek black BMW rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Artoris Art Gallery.
The moment the car arrived . As he rear door opened. Here's three people stepped out first, dressed in formal black attire, their movements disciplined and alert like trained escorts.
Then, One more person emerged.
A young man seated in a wheelchair.
The atmosphere around him felt strangely heavy despite his calm appearance. The moment Luv saw them his boredom vanished completely.His eyes widened with excitement.
"Okay…okay now this looks fun and interesting appears," he whispered dramatically under his breath.
Even the security guard holding Luv's phone glanced toward the new arrivals. After shift construction towards phone where he try to delete videos which he think not good for gallery.
Near the car, one of the attendants leaned slightly toward the young man in the wheelchair.
"Sir," he said carefully, "you should stop looking at your phone so much. It isn't good for your eyes."
The wheelchair-bound man slowly lifted his gaze. His expression carried irritation mixed with arrogance.
"Oh, really?" he replied coolly. "I know that already." He tilted the phone slightly.
"I'm twenty-four years old, not a small child."
His sharp eyes locked onto the man beside him.
"And you're only a servant ,bodyguard, or a caretaker who only working for my mother. Don't lecture me." The attendant lowered his head immediately. "My apologies, sir. I only meant." "But look at this first," the young man interrupted.He raised the phone screen toward him.
"I was scrolling through social media and found this post. Here look and read this post."
The attendant looked at the screen.
On it, There were photographs of two boys.
And beneath them, bold words were written:
"These two are responsible for the murder of the elf Cetana."
Here's from the three bodyguards one bodyguard lowered his voice and he said
"It's truly sad," he said quietly. "Your mother and Lady Cetana were very close. I've seen them together many times."
The young man in the wheelchair didn't react immediately. His eyes remained fixed ahead. Then he spoke coldly, "Oh really?"
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
"Your emotions won't bring that woman back to life." His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the wheelchair.
"So this isn't the time to feel sad."
He looked toward the glowing entrance of the Artoris Art Gallery. "We came here for a reason." His voice sharpened slightly.
"So let's do what we came to do."
The three bodyguards immediately fell silent. Together, the four of them entered the gallery.
Inside the main hall. The atmosphere was already tense. As the painting auction had nearly turned chaotic.
Here's Nico stood , his gaze fixed on the stage like a predator refusing to lose its prey.
Onstage, Siddharth stood calm yet firm before the crowd.
"I apologize for the confusion," he said smoothly into the microphone. "But this painting is not and never will be for sale."
Murmurs exploded across the hall.
Then Nico's eyes narrowed instantly.
"I placed the highest bid," he said coldly. "According to auction law… that painting belongs to me."
The tension in the room thickened. Guests exchanged nervous glances or watched in silence, sensing a shift in the air. As the bidding drew to a close, a quiet consensus spread through the crowd- that painting belonged to that man. Breaking the silence, a staff member stepped up behind Siddharth and murmured Nico's full name and the other details he had mentioned .
Then suddenly another voice rang out from the back of the hall Calm and Sharp.
"But he offered highest amount of price." The room quieted. Heads turned one after another toward the source of the voice.
The young man in the wheelchair rolled forward slowly, his expression entirely unreadable. "And technically," he continued, "he offered the highest bid for the painting. So why refuse to sell?"
The crowd instinctively parted, clearing a straight path for him.
As Nico recognized the face before him, his expression froze for a moment. Shock flashed through his eyes.
"What…?" he muttered under his breath. "Why is he here…?" Without thinking, Nico immediately stepped forward through the crowd, trying to approach the young man seated in the wheelchair.
But before he could speak. The young man calmly raised one hand. A silent signal to stop.
The entire atmosphere around him felt strangely composed, almost cold.
He looked directly into Nico's eyes and spoke in a relaxed voice,
"Mister Nico Ferrari… I already know what you're about to ask." Nico stopped in place.
The young man continued, 'Why am I here?'
'Does my mother know about this?'
Right?"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"When you called my mother earlier… she wasn't able to answer the phone." His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the wheelchair. "On that time, i listen phone ringing sound, so I received the call instead."
Here's, Nico's face tightened slightly.
The young man leaned back comfortably.
"And from that conversation, I get to know everything," he said calmly. "You said you were coming to this gallery… so I decided to come as well."
Then his eyes sharpened slightly.
"And no… my mother has no idea I'm here."
Than nico sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Kairav…" he said with a mix of anger and concern. "Oh god ... Why didn't you tell your mother before coming here?" The young man's expression changed instantly.
A little annoyed. "Hey....First of all," he said coldly, "don't call me Kairav." His gaze locked onto Nico. "My name is Kai."
Then nico clicked his tongue. "And you," he replied immediately, "keep calling me 'with my full name ' directly without showing any respect."
Here young man Kai smirked faintly.
"Oh?" he said lazily. "Should I call you 'Uncle Nico ' instead?"
One of the bodyguards behind him almost choked trying not to laugh.
Then Nico glared at them instantly.
"Not a single word from any of you. kai just say big brother ."
The guards immediately straightened themselves.
Meanwhile, the grand auction hall had fallen unusually silent. Many guests were now observing the strange conversation between Nico and the mysterious young man in the wheelchair. Here one person called Javed also carefully observing ...
Suddenly a Soft whispers spread across the grand auction hall.
One guest leaned toward another and spoke in a low voice, "I know that boy… He's Navya's son."
The second guest's man eyes widened slightly. "Navya? The owner of that famous luxury beauty and handbag brand?"
Here the old man nodded slowly. "Yes. That woman is extremely influential."
Not far away, As siddharth heard the conversation clearly.
The moment he realized the young man was connected to Navya, his expression changed slightly.
A serious look flashed through his eyes.
Because he knew one thing very well
Rati and Navya absolutely hated each other.
They weren't rivals anymore. They were enemies.
Without wasting another second, Siddharth immediately walked toward them, his presence drawing attention from nearby guests.
Several gallery staff members nervously followed behind him.
As Siddharth approached, he first looked at Nico politely. "Hello, sir."
Then his gaze shifted toward the young man in the wheelchair.
A calm smile appeared on his face.
"And hello to you too, young master."
He stopped in front of them.
"My name is Siddharth Raj," he said smoothly. "For now, I'm the one responsible for managing this entire event."
Behind him, five nervous staff members bowed their heads apologetically.
"We sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding, sir," one employee said quickly.
Another stepped forward anxiously.
"This mistake happened because of my negligence. I should have checked the paintings properly before the auction began."
Here's Kai quietly observed all of them without speaking.
Meanwhile, Nico folded his arms and glanced once more toward the painting on stage. "To be honest," he said calmly, "I really liked that painting."
A brief silence followed.
Then Siddharth smiled politely.
"I'm truly sorry, sir," he replied, "but that painting cannot be sold."
Than Kai immediately spoke.
"And why not?"
His sharp eyes locked onto Siddharth.
"Mister Nico placed the highest bid." His voice remained calm, but carried pressure beneath it. "If money is the issue, we can pay the full amount right now."
He leaned back slightly in his wheelchair.
"In cash totally."
Several nearby guests exchanged stunned glances.
But suddenly, here Siddharth laughed softly.
It's not mockingly, almost casually.
Here, Kai's brows narrowed slightly.
"That laugh…" he said coldly. "Did I say something funny?"
Siddharth slowly stopped smiling.
Then he looked directly into Kai's eyes.
"No," he replied calmly. "There's nothing funny." His expression became serious.
"But you misunderstand one thing."
The atmosphere around him subtly changed.
"For some people," Siddharth said quietly, "everything can be measured with money."
His gaze shifted briefly toward the painting.
"But this…""…is not about money."
The hall fell silent.
Siddharth continued,"That painting holds emotional value for Miss Rati." His voice remained calm yet firm. "And at this moment, she has no intention of selling it."
Then he looked back at Kai.
"So yes… I hope you understand, young master."
Here, Kai suddenly smiled.But this time, there was anger hidden beneath that smile.
He looked directly into Siddharth's eyes and spoke in a calm yet provoking tone.
"Excuse me… I understand what are you try to say but I think you're making a very big mistake by refusing us."
The atmosphere around them tightened.
Kai slowly leaned back in his wheelchair.
"And honestly?" he continued, amusement visible on his face, "don't you think you talk a little too much for someone who is only working under another person?"
Several staff members nearby immediately became nervous. They looked each other face and started to say in sign language what the hack this person trying to say , he have death wish or what.
Then one employee whispered under his breath, "This is getting worse…"
But Siddharth remained completely silent.
His face went blank.
No anger.
No reaction.
Only a cold smile.
Suddenly the tense silence shattered. A loud voice echoed from the back of the hall.
"Boss! I got the painting!" Everyone turned instantly. The muscular man who had come with Nico was now holding the stolen painting in his hands. He grinned arrogantly.
"Just clear the payment and let's leave this place!"
One frightened staff member rushed forward to stop him. "Sir, wait—!"
But the muscular man punched him brutally across the face. BAM !
The employee crashed onto the marble floor. As he try to stand red blood started coming out from his nose.
On that time women screamed. Several guests stood up in panic. Staff members try to clam down the situation. After seeing this scene Siddharth can't control himself so
He moved forward with his dark eyes slowly turned toward the man.
The temperature in the hall felt like it dropped instantly.
Then Siddharth spoke his voice low and clear. Terrifyingly calm.
"Put it down."
Here's, The muscular man laughed.
But Siddharth took another step forward.
And this time his eyes looked almost inhuman.
"Or," he said quietly, "you'll regret this for all seven rebirths of your life."
A chill spread through the hall.
Even the guests felt their hearts tighten.
Here nico narrowed his eyes carefully.
Meanwhile, Kai silently observed Siddharth without blinking.
As nico feel suddenly situation turn so serious so he try to spoke calmly,
"We already got what we came for." He spread his hands slightly. "So let's handle this like mature people. Take the money and end this peacefully."
But suddenly Kai noticed something strange. That person siddharth was no longer standing where he had been. His eyes widened slightly.
Fast, Too fast.
In the next instant, Siddharth appeared directly in front of the muscular man.
The man froze.
Even the guests couldn't properly follow Siddharth's movement.
The muscular man instinctively stepped back and shouted,
"Move aside, idiot! Are you brain-dead? Move your body aside bastard , can't you hear what I am saying . Oh i get it dum ass like who refuses profit like this?" Is really a fool person.
Siddharth smiled with dark expression ,
A totally terrifyingly calm smile.
Then suddenly he grabbed the man's wrist.
The one holding the painting.
A violent wave of pressure exploded through the hall.
BOOOOM !
The chandeliers trembled.
Air blasted outward like an invisible shockwave. And before anyone could understand what happened.
A severed arm flew through the air.
Blood exploded like a fountain.
For a brief second
The muscular man didn't even realize it.
His hand… Still holding the painting…
Was gone.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
His scream tore through the hall. In scream he saying what happened suddenly to me any body help. As he can feel pain so much as he try to see whole surrounding turn red for him.
Blood poured endlessly from his shoulder as he collapsed to his knees into thousand pieces.
The guests panicked completely.
Some screamed.
Some backed away in horror.
Some froze in place.
Meanwhile, Siddharth calmly caught the falling painting with one hand.
Not a single drop of blood touched it.
He turned slightly and handed it to a trembling staff member.
"Take this away carefully."
The employee grabbed it with shaking hands.
Meanwhile, the muscular man continued screaming in agony, clutching the ruined shoulder as blood flooded the marble floor.
He struggling for help.
Then, Siddharth looked at him emotionlessly. And the man raised terrified eyes toward him.
"P-Please… forgive me , i am sorry!"
Here Siddharth replied oh no it's my mistake I have to move aside, I am sorry please let me help you to move a side .
As he grabbed his face and slammed him downward.
BOOOOM !!!.....
The marble floor cracked violently.
The man's body twitched once which resulte he stopped moving completely.
Dead...
Silence consumed the entire auction hall.
Blood spread slowly across the white marble floor while Siddharth stood in the center of it all.
Perfectly calm.
The auction hall fell into complete chaos.
And guests stared in horror at the blood spreading across the marble floor.
Some stumbled backward, driven by instinctual fear, while others stood paralyzed, unable to tear their eyes away.
And at the center of all siddharth stood smiling.
It wasn't a loud laugh or a proud smirk. It was a calm, vacant, terrifying smile like a psychopath, as though the life he had just snuffed out was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The sight coldness it sent a physical chill down every spine in the room.
Hidden among the panicking crowd, Luv watched through his phone screen, recording every second. His eyes sparkled with a manic, unhinged excitement.
"Wow..." he whispered, a thrill running through his voice. "This is what they call absolute cinema."
He adjusted his angle, framing the blood and the smile perfectly.
"And I have a feeling the entertainment is just getting started." A slow grin spread across his face. "The show must go on."
Not far away, Nico stood frozen. His gaze was locked onto the body cooling on the floor. The man had come here with him. They had walked in together and now, he was gone, murdered in front of hundreds of witnesses. He
Here's Nico clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. A volatile mix of grief and burning rage warped his features. He shout hey you bastard. he took a step forward.
But a heavy hand give signal not to move.
"Don't go near him," Kai said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding calm.
Than nico turned to him, his eyes wide with frantic disbelief. "But Kai..." his voice cracked, trembling under the weight of his anger. "He just killed him. Right there."
"I know." Kai's eyes never wavered from Siddharth. "But look at him carefully." His tone grew deadly serious, carrying an unspoken warning. "He's dangerous. If you step into his orbit right now, you'll only make yourself the next target."
At that exact moment, Siddharth began walking toward them.
His footsteps paced through the suffocating silence of the hall.
*Tap.*..*Tap.*
He left a trail of bloody footprints on the marble behind him. The crowd parted like the sea, desperate to avoid his path. Nobody wanted to breathe the same air as him.
Siddharth looked directly at Nico and Kai, the faint, mocking smile returning to his lips. "What's the matter?" he asked casually, as if asking about the weather. "I thought you wanted the painting."
He kept closing the distance. One step. Two steps. Three.
Then, Kai's expression shifted.
Easygoing facade vanished from Kai's face. His left hand tightened around the wheelchair's armrest in a white-knuckled grip. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward and lowered his right hand, pressing his fingertips flat against the marble floor.
The moment his skin met the stone
*CRACK.*
A sharp, violent fracture echoed through the high ceilings.
Everyone froze. The temperature in the room plummeted in an instant, dropping so fast it stole the breath from the guests' lungs. White plumes of mist escaped their lips as they shivered.
"What is... what's happening?" a woman whimpered, hugging herself tightly as the grand chandeliers above began to violently rattle. The champagne glasses on nearby tables began to frost over, the liquid inside freezing solid.
*CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.*
Webs of frost Cristal shot across the floor like living, predatory veins. Within seconds, the elegant auction hall transformed into a frozen tomb. Tiny, razor-sharp ice crystals materialized in the air, drifting downward like a beautiful, macabre snowfall.
It was breathtaking. And utterly lethal.
Screams pierced the air as massive, jagged ice formations violently erupted from the ground.
*BOOM!*
A colossal spire of ice shot toward the ceiling.
*BOOM!*
Another exploded near the stage, shattering the wood.
*BOOM!*
A third tore through the auction platform, sending debris flying.
Towering, crystal-like monoliths now walled off entire sections of the hall. Staff members stumbled backward in blind panic; some guests found themselves trapped behind walls of solid ice, while others scrambled across the freezing floor, desperate to find an exit. The entire foundations of the building groaned under the pressure.
And at the heart of the frozen nightmare. Kai sat perfectly still and other bodyguard.
His hand remained anchored to the floor. His eyes, usually so warm, now glowed with a faint, predatory silver-blue light. A thick, freezing mist rolled off his shoulders, pooling around his wheelchair.
For the first time, the realization struck the surviving crowd like a physical blow. The young man in the wheelchair wasn't a victim. he was a monster in disguise.
Siddharth can't able to move , his chilling smile completely died because it's disappear into ice Cristal . Because now he is under and capture by ice Cristal.
As kai looked right back on Siddharth.
One man surrounded by an empire of ice.
The entire auction hall had fallen into silence. As guests watched in shock as thick frost covered the floor.
Cold mist drifted through the air.
Everyone believed the battle was already over.
Because in the center of the hall,
Siddharth had been completely trapped inside a massive crystal of ice.
The transparent structure towered several meters high. Nico finally exhaled by looking at kai. "This kid..." he muttered while looking at Kai. "He's far more dangerous than he looks."
He was about to say something on that time,
But suddenly,
CRACK.
A strange sound echoed through the hall.
Everyone froze. Here's,Kai's eyes narrowed.
Another crack appeared across the enormous ice crystal.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK.
The entire structure began shaking violently.
The next second
BOOOOM!....
The crystal exploded into countless fragments. Ice shards scattered across the hall like shattered glass.
Several guests screamed and cold wind surged outward. A figure slowly emerged.
Siddharth which is completely unharmed.
His expression remained calm. He almost bored. As Kai reacted instantly.
His hand slammed against the floor again.
Dozens of ice chains erupted from the ground again. Massive pillars of frost rushed toward Siddharth from every direction.
Yet, None of them worked.
The ice that touched him began melting.
Slowly and Silently.
As though his very presence rejected it.
The frozen floor turned into water beneath his footsteps.
Step by Step.
He continued walking forward as if he were strolling through an ordinary garden.
Not a battlefield.
The sight sent chills through the crowd.
Kai's expression finally changed.
For the first time, He looked serious.
As Siddharth approached, one of Kai's bodyguards suddenly rushed forward.
"Stay away from him!"
The man reached toward Siddharth's collar.
But next moment,
SMACK!
A single slap only Nothing more.
The bodyguard was thrown sideways as though hit by a speeding vehicle.
He crashed across the floor, clutching his arm. A painful scream escaped his mouth.
The arm hung unnaturally.
Broken. The other bodyguards instantly froze. Nobody dared move again.
Even Nico stumbled backward and nearly fell. Fear flashed through his eyes.
Here's,Kai immediately raised a hand.
"Enough."
His voice was calm. The remaining bodyguards stopped. Siddharth finally reached Kai. He bent down slightly.
One hand rested on the wheelchair handle.
His gaze was cold.
Not angry, Not emotional, Simply cold.
The kind of cold that made people instinctively avoid eye contact.
"Kai." His voice was quiet.
Yet everyone heard it.
"I could end this confrontation right now."
The temperature in the hall seemed to drop again. "But I won't."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Because of your mother."
"And because of Rati."
He slowly leaned closer."So listen carefully."
"This is a warning. Leave this building."
"Take your people. And walk away."
Nobody spoke.
The silence became suffocating.
Then Kai smiled and a small smile.
A stubborn smile. "No."
Here Siddharth stared at him. Kai met his gaze without fear. "I'm not leaving empty-handed."
His eyes shifted toward the painting.
"I'll take that painting. Then I'll go."
The hall grew tense again.
Here's, Siddharth slowly straightened.
Then turned away as if the conversation was already over.
But suddenly "Wait." Here Kai's voice stopped him.
One remaining bodyguard hurried forward and handed a tablet device to Kai. Than he glanced at the screen. His smile returned.
This time it looked different.little more confident.
He raised the tablet slightly.
"Hey.....I think I found something very interesting."
Siddharth looked over his shoulder. He said "what are you try to say ."
Than Kai's eyes gleamed.
"It's simple...If this information becomes public..."
He tapped the screen lightly.
"...it could create a serious problem for Miss Rati."
The atmosphere instantly changed.
As,Nico try to stand on his leg.
Even the gallery employees exchanged uneasy looks. Here,Kai continued calmly,
"And if it affects Rati..."
His gaze moved across the grand hall.
"...it affects this gallery."
A slow smile appeared on his face.
"So tell me, Siddharth..."
The cold mist drifted around his wheelchair.
"Are you still certain that painting isn't for sale?"
As Siddharth stared at the tablet in silence.
"What the hell are you trying to say?" he asked coldly. "You've already crossed the limits of my patience."
Than ,Kai simply extended the tablet toward him. "Then look for yourself."
Here's Siddharth took the device.
The moment he began reading, the confidence on his face slowly disappeared.
Inside the tablet were dozens of documents, reports, transaction records, and photographs. Every page pointed toward Rati.
According to the files, many of the charitable donations made under her name were fabricated. Several shell organizations had allegedly been used to move money. There were also accusations involving illegal narcotics distribution and an orphanage supposedly being used as a money-laundering front.
The more Siddharth read, the darker his expression became. A few moments later, he lowered the tablet.
For the first time since entering the hall...
He looked genuinely shaken.
"Where did you get all of this?" Siddharth asked quietly.
His voice no longer carried its earlier arrogance. "It's really true what ever present in this device and I know this isn't the only copy."
Than,Kai smiled. "Totally truth' evidance which ever you seen just now and You're smarter than most people give you credit for."
He leaned back comfortably in his wheelchair.
"You're right. This isn't the only copy."
A dangerous silence filled the hall. "I have backups." The pressure in the room instantly increased. Siddharth stared directly into Kai's eyes.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. As ,Nico standup and he finally stepped forward. "Since you understand the situation now," he said calmly, "bring us the painting."
Siddharth slowly turned toward him. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"If I kill every one of you here..."
Before he could finish, Kai interrupted.
"It won't matter."
His voice remained calm.
"The moment something happens to us, everything gets released automatically."
Siddharth could feel it. For the first time in a long while... Helplessness because if some body try to aim him , he never cared about it . He just kill that person on that spot but it not about him it's for rati....
His fists clenched. Inside his mind, countless thoughts collided.
Why,.... Rati?
Why would you get involved in something like this? Around him, employees and guests watched nervously.
No one dared to speak.
Even the air felt heavy.
Few minutes later, The painting was handed over.
Here Kai, Nico, and the three bodyguards left the Artoris Art Gallery with the canvas safely in their possession.
Outside the building...
The tension finally eased. The injured bodyguard was being supported by the other two. His broken arm had been wrapped tightly, though pain was still visible on his face.
One of the bodyguards let out a long breath.
"We finally got it."
He glanced at Kai.
"But, Young Master... if we had those documents from the beginning, why didn't we use them earlier?"
Here's, Kai's expression became serious.
"Because I never thought the situation would escalate that far."
His eyes shifted toward the gallery entrance.
"And secondly..." He paused.
"If those documents hadn't existed..."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"We would all be dead right now."
The bodyguards fell silent.than kai continued. "When Siddharth walked toward me..." He looked down at his trembling hand.
"It felt like I was standing in front of a lion."
"A lion that could tear me apart at any moment."
"For the first time in years..."
"I felt completely powerless."
Even Nico became quiet.
The image of Siddharth casually cutting off a man's arm and killing him without hesitation flashed through his mind.
A cold chill ran down his spine. After a few moments, Nico finally asked,
"By the way..." "How did you get all those documents?"