The leader of the men stepped forward, tattoos covering his arms and neck. He grinned, staring at Lucian like a predator who had decided how to kill its prey. “Why don't you try running, little bastard? It'd make the hunt a little more fun,”
Lucian released a throaty laugh. “I don't know where the hell you came out from, but I won't be intimidated. Four men against one man? Yeah, that's called cowardice,”
The leader nodded, blowing a puff of smoke in Lucian's direction. “Hmm… I don't like your tone. If you provoke me further, you'll be packing your teeth on the floor,”
“Who sent you?” Lucian asked, making a mental calculation. He looked at his smashed phone on the floor. How fast would it take him to grab the device and run? How easy would it be for him to escape before they began to po
