In his entire existence, he had never experienced the excruciating sensation of having his fingers severed. It was his own negligence, in his haste to rectify a contract at Davies Corporation, he had forgotten to bring along his bodyguards. Had he remembered, he could be trading blows with his adversary. Now he found himself alone, reduced to a pitiful captive of the masked man.
Regardless of the man's intentions, once he escaped, he vowed to exact his revenge. Billie envisioned his escape, while the man had a singular goal: to ensure his demise within these walls. The man cocked his chin, prompting the burly guard behind Billie to lift his foot and brutally kick Billie's knee, causing him to crumble to the ground. He fell to his hands and knees, humiliated in his defeat.
Swallowing his shame, his rage overshadowed his fear. He lifted his head, teeth gritted in fury, and roared at the man standing before him. "Curse you, how dare you do this to me. When I return, I will end you!"
