Caleb had long frequented the nightlife scene, mingling occasionally with the thugs and ruffians of the underworld. Typically bold and fierce, he always had a group of underlings following him around. Nobody could question his guts. But had he ever faced a situation like this?
William walked towards him, his face emotionless.
His footsteps were soft, but with each step, Caleb's heart raced faster.
"You... William, don't do anything rash!" Fear drove Caleb back, his eyes wide with terror as he watched William approach, as if Death itself was nearing.
"Which hand did you use to hit her? Cut it off yourself!"
Swallowing hard, Caleb was genuinely frightened by William's aura. It was hard to believe that this was the same young man who was working as a waiter at the bar just a few days ago.
"If you come any closer, I'll call the police!" Trembling, Caleb pulled out his phone, unlocking it to dial for help.
