"That's impossible!" Qiao Fu roared, his grip tightening on his axe. He stormed toward the door, his fury uncontrollable, but Tyler's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, halting him in his tracks.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tyler warned, his words laced with an unsettling calm. "Unless you want to lose your life in the hands of your so-called loyal subordinates in one fell swoop."
Qiao Fu hesitated, his knuckles white as he gripped his weapon. He turned back to face Tyler, his eyes blazing with fury. "What have you done to them?"
"Nothing much," Tyler replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Just a little... persuasion. You see, loyalty is a fragile thing, especially when greed are involved. I simply offered them more money."
Tyler's smirk widened. "In simpler terms, I bought them."
