Mark stood at the entrance of the cave, his eyes burning with anger, his nostrils flaring, and his fists clenched tightly. He then approached Samson, who remarked, "Look who it is, Mark!" and placed a hand on Mark's shoulder, only to have it shrugged off.
"Let him go!" Mark demanded, his expression serious as he stared at Samson.
"Why should I? He already got a red card, so I can do whatever I want to him," Samson retorted, a fierce look in his eyes.
"I called the police on my way here. They'll be here soon. You can either continue bullying Arthur and get arrested, or you can release him now and leave before the police arrive," Mark threatened, a smirk playing on his lips.
Samson hesitated at Mark's words. He hadn't anticipated Mark's arrival, let alone the involvement of the police.
