Facing Alexander's fist, Quinn didn't move at all, his face calm.
Before Alexander's fist could even touch Quinn, it was tightly gripped by Braylon. With a slight exertion of force, he made Alexander's bones creak.
"Let go, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Alexander felt as if his bones were being crushed, a raging anger burning in his chest. He roared, "Quinn, are you asking for death? Who do you think you are? You think just because your surname is Ashton, you can be Qadir's honored guest? Believe it or not, I can make you disappear from this world forever."
Watching the furious Alexander, Quinn seemed like an outsider, just coldly observing. He was watching a play, a farce that had nothing to do with him.
He didn't want to continue watching anymore.
Then, he gave Alexander
