Alexander laughed at these words, leaning in close to Asher's face with a smug smile. "What the hell did you just say, you mother*cker? Say it again! I didn't hear clearly. Are you suggesting that I should beg you?"
"It would be your honor to beg me for mercy," Asher replied coolly.
Alexander chuckled with mock amusement. "Impressive! An honor, you say? You've got some nerve, *sshole. Let's see if you are still a tough guy when you're dead! Get him!"
At his command, more than a dozen bodyguards charged forward, brandishing iron bars and machetes, aiming for Asher's head.
"Oh, God!"
Screams erupted as media reporters scrambled to the corners, desperate to avoid the violence.
Asher remained unflinching. As the bodyguards closed in, he vanished before their eyes. Then, like a whirlwind,
