Young Duu's approach halted before them, his gaze locked onto Dre with a mix of accusation and disdain. "Was that really necessary?" he pressed, his voice low and even, despite the turmoil brewing within.
"You'd already broken him," Young Duu continued, his eyes never leaving Dre's. "He was no threat. Why did you have to kill him in front of everyone? And during my match?!"
The question hung in the air, a challenge to Dean's authority and Dre's ruthless actions. Young Duu's tone implied that there had been a line crossed, one that shouldn't have been breached.
Dean's smile faltered, his expression darkening. "You question my methods, Young Duu?" he asked, his voice laced with warning. "I thought you understood the way things work around here?"
Young Duu's gaze didn't waver, his jaw set in defiance. "I understand perfectly, Dean. But that doesn't mean I have to agree with senseless killing."
