Grey turned to face the men in the box, each wearing suits and murderous smiles. "I said that you're fools for insulting Ridgemont Heights."
"It seems you have a death wish." A man in a black suit and bow tie, sporting a slightly balding head of blonde hair, smiled, "This is known as [provocation], upstart."
He panned the people in the chairs in the row he was in. "And these are called witnesses. You should've known our laws. Guards, kill this brat!"
"M-Mr. Maslo." A guard in a red power suit stuttered from behind him.
"What is it!" Mr. Maslo snapped, "I said to kill him, so why isn't it done!?"
"S-Sir, please turn around." The guard said.
Mr. Maslo and the people in the middle row turned their heads with the fluidity of rusty cogs, seeing the situation. Each had two elite guards, the maximum number accounting for ten guards between them.
