Brandon kicked the door open. Ryan shivered, panicked, and got up from his seat.
'F- fuck… he smashed open an intermediate door like it's nothing!' Ryan started fearing the consequences of stealing Brandon's items.
Although there was no proof he is the one who steal his items, he was the top suspect right now. He started wondering if Brandon will buy his explanation or not.
"Sir? W- what's wrong?" Ryan saw Brandon standing at the door. His eyes were glowing. His fist was clenched.
In a flash of his eyes, Brandon disappeared. Ryan turned his head, he felt a powerful hold against his neck.
Not being able to fight against the strong grab, he was thrown back against his seat, before he could gain his balance, Brandon lifted him off and pressed his head against the roof.
"You exactly know what's wrong," His eyes were blood red, "You bastard! What do you think you are doing?! Do you want to start a war?!" he shouted.
