Nothing else existed in his field of vision other than Aamon's plain features. It did nothing but make him even more perplexed about how Aamon had managed to become so powerful.
Suddenly, Aamon manages to escape even from the black security guard's strong hold on him. And at that precise moment after Aamon successfully managed to fully make a move away from the two security guards.
"Hold it right there, kid!" the white security guard aimed his gun towards Aamon as he screamed to call for his attention.
Aamon was forced to stop from where he stood.
"Hands above your head!" The white security guard ordered Aamon.
But Aamon didn't even bother listening to him. He simply looked at them without doing anything.
"Don't make me repeat myself again, kid. Hands above your head. Do you hear me?!"
