"Quinton, how dare you show up in front of me again? Didn't get enough of a beating yesterday?" Cyrus let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.
"It's not me looking for you today." Quinton stepped aside, and Alden slowly emerged from behind him. His steps were steady, his expression stern, and his all-black attire only amplified his commanding presence.
Alden and Cyrus locked eyes, their gazes colliding in the air, seemingly sparking invisible flames.
Alden looked at Cyrus, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—surprise, scrutiny, and a deeper, unfathomable intensity.
"Cyrus, I've heard much about you," Alden broke the silence first, his voice low and steady, betraying no hint of emotion.
"Alden, you and I have never crossed pa
