The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 189

Hank was already starting to regret it, but no one was left to protect him except for two bodyguards. So, he grabbed them by the wrists and pushed them forward. 'You two, beat him up! You're only allowed to stop when he's on the ground, or I'll hold you two responsible for this! And if you don't buy me enough time to escape, I'll..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence and stood there, mouth agape and eyes wide. Darius had suddenly appeared before him, and he was terrified. As far as he knew, no normal human could move at such a speed. Now, however, he was proven wrong. A scene he'd never even imagined had happened before his very eyes. This was beyond his understanding, and he was fearful.

He turned to look at Darius, lips trembling. He stammered out, "W-what are you doing?” Obviously, he was terrified, but Darius didn't intend to let him off the hook.

The two bodyguards were dumbstruck. Darius was like a gust of wind. He'd disappeared before their very eyes and reappeared behind them. They felt like they were dreaming, but the screams that Hank was letting out were definitely real.

They returned to their senses and whipped around to see a repeat of what had happened at the hospital-Darius had wrapped a hand around Hank's neck, and Hank was starting to suffocate again. He couldn't take it and flailed around, shouting, “Darius, you're a martial artist!"

know about this. He frowned and said, “I was going to let you go so that you could make it back to Almiron City alive, but it looks like that's

of the lack of oxygen, and after Darius spoke, he could feel his oxygen supply depleting faster than before. And this time, the pain coming from his neck was more intense. He opened his eyes to glare daggers at Darius, but he was

of wind coming from behind him. It made

around his neck and turned around as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, his plan failed. The gust of wind

while maintaining his grip on Hank's neck. He could sense that this was out of the other martial artist's expectations, which meant that he was hesitating. The other martial artist didn't know what to do next, and this told Darius that he

thought about how he would converse with the other martial artist, the latter spoke. ‘You're powerful, but if we were to get into a fight, we'd both be

move. He was still holding

for many years, and he couldn't stand it when people ignored him like this. It'd been a long time since he'd last experienced this, so he made an appearance. And with it came a stronger gust

more powerful than most other martial artists. However, he was infuriated by the martial artist's actions. He looked at a hole that the wind had torn on his