Alexander smiled at them, but behind that smile was chilling coldness. His gaze terrified the fat man, and even the others in black suits were visibly shaken.
This wasn't an ordinary person, he seemed more like a superhuman, they though in their mind. After all, who could kick a man bigger than himself so hard that he flew across the room and shattered the door? The fat man's sweat flowed like a river as he looked at Alexander, but seeing that he still had six men left, he regained some of his composure.
"Don't hesitate! He's alone, and there are six of you. Draw your weapons and kill that kid!" the fat man commanded, trying to mask his fear by shouting loudly as he pointed at Alexander.
The men realized that their big bro was right, Alexander was just one person, while they had numbers on their side. They reached into their pockets, pulling out a folding knife, and slowly began to surround Alexander, glaring at him with killing intent.
