"Scram?"
Jack Brooks let out a cold, sharp laugh. He looked at the two towering bodyguards blocking the entrance to Hughes Manor, his eyes devoid of warmth.
He pointed a finger at the red carpet leading into the estate.
"I'll give you a better option," Jack said calmly. "Kneel down. Crawl on the ground and escort Claire Lynch inside. If you do that, I will forgive your rudeness."
The bodyguards stared at him, stunned by the sheer audacity. Then, they burst into raucous laughter.
"Kid, are you joking?" the lead bodyguard sneered, cracking his knuckles. "Do you have any idea where you are? Do you know who you are talking to?"
Jack tilted his head. "Just two watchdogs. What is there to know? You are less than ants."
"Ants?"
The bodyguard’s face darkened. The veins in his neck bulged.
