Jeremy Corbyn knew very well in his heart that Dylan Adeo, the self acclaimed Bear of the Adeo clan, would not hesitate to break his neck if his demands were not met instantly.
He had played into his little trap. Jeremy thought. He probably had been planning this all along, looking for the slightest gap in his armor so he could seize the opportunity to strike.
And he did it so beautifully, with such speed and agility, which made Jeremy rethink his entire victory parade. He was so sober now. The gun that had been fired had not even stirred Dylan one bit. He remained as calm as he looked. Jeremy had to give it to the man, even the neck lock he had him in was so tight that a slight movement and he knew he would be dead.
So Jeremy remained as calm as he could be. He had his silver blade
