Aksa was incredulous at the situation he was in.
He first stared at the security guard, anger flashing inside his eyes, "You dare to conspire against me?!"
"Arghh…" The security guard fell to one knee, holding his supposedly hurting head.
Beside him, the waiter came rushing to check. He checked the security guard's face, tapping one side like he was a doctor, and then gasped. "Oh, no!" He exclaimed, but it came out flat. As if he didn't even bother using his energy to make a convincing act. "I think the slap bruised his brain!
"I don't think he can hear us," He cupped the security guard's face. "Hang in there!"
Aksa's eyes twitched at the sight.
All the waiter did was tap the security guard's face, and somehow, he knew that the brain was bruised.
It was nothing but a farce.
"What are you waiting for?!" He roared at his two friends. "Beat him up!"
