The Steward nodded. "Yes."
In truth, the Myriad Pill Tower had a dedicated unit of the Iron Guard secretly standing watch. They could have thrown these troublemakers out before they even started anything, but their Mr. Ronan had given prior instructions. The Myriad Pill Tower needed an opportunity to make an example of someone, which was why he hadn't allowed the Iron Guard to intervene.
After all, when a chicken willingly walks up to your door, you have to slaughter it properly, don't you?
"Well, well. Since when was my Myriad Pill Tower so easy to bully? To think you'd actually bring a coffin here. Do you take this place for a graveyard?" Ronan flashed a wicked smile, his chilling gaze fixed on the middle-aged man. The man couldn't help but retreat a step, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
'What... what a terrifying gaze. For a second there, I felt like prey locked in a predator's sights.'
