Doctor Hanson stared at Dominic Mylod for a split second before a harsh, jagged laugh erupted from his throat. The sheer absurdity of the situation seemed to strip away the doctor's lingering fear, replacing it with a toxic brand of arrogance.
"You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you?" Doctor Hanson sneered, adjusting his glasses while looking at Dominic with pure condescension. "You watch a few action movies and suddenly you're making high-stakes phone calls? Who did you just call? Your brother? Your father?"
He stepped closer, emboldened by the silent crowd and the lack of an immediate threat. "I've seen your type before. You talk a big game to impress your wife, but you’re nothing but a facade. 'Five minutes'? Please. You're lucky if a delivery driver finds this place in
