"The banker panics and reaches into his coat jacket to press a silent distress button connected to Zuan’s enforcers!"
Bisma lunged forward before Julian Croft could complete the gesture, his movement a blur of lethal tactical precision. He caught the banker’s wrist in a vise grip, twisting the joint downward with enough force to send a sharp crack through the quiet VIP lounge.
Croft gasped in blinding agony, his fingers instantly releasing the small red plastic device. The panic button clattered uselessly onto the thick plush carpet beneath the mahogany table.
"You should have listened to my offer, Julian," Bisma said, his voice flat and dangerously quiet as he swept Croft's leg and forced him down into the leather armchair.
Bisma pinned the trembling banker against the upholstery
