Rescue

"Look what the cat dragged in," Karl smirked maliciously as Nikaulas appeared from behind the door. Like he had demanded, he was all alone as his men escorted him in.

Even while having several guns pointed at him, his gait exhibited nothing but confidence as he advanced towards Karl, staring dead in his eyes. The room was full of enemies but he wsasn't faze even a bit. If anything, his stance was commanding and his face stoic, betraying nothing. He didn't have a single weapon on him and yet it looked as if he was in the control. His cool and calm demenor was annoying but what unsettled Karl the most was his silver pools that were blazing with icy ire. Karl felt his nerves shrinking under his daunting gaze that promised hell.

Karl put on a brave facade. He had to do it to prove himself to his brother.

"You gotta drop that act of yours, King. Acting high and mighty will only get you killed," Karl warned the gangster and trained his gun on him. Nikaulas smirked.

"Don't worry ab