"You know your place."
Geoffrey tried to insult Ray, but he remained unfazed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
His dismissive attitude angered Geoffrey.
'I will deal with him later tonight. He won't get to see the next sunrise.'
Geoffrey's killing intent was undisguised.
Ray felt it and sneered inwardly.
Geoffrey and the other guards were alive simply because he was being merciful.
From the start of their encounter until now, he had no less than a hundred chances to kill them.
It was only because things hadn't escalated to a point where killing them was necessary that he had endured their ridicule and bullying.
The guards began storming through his home.
Chairs were kicked over.
Tables were overturned.
Wood splintered under boots.
Utensils clattered to the floor, bouncing and breaking.
Food was stepped on and crushed, mashed beneath armored feet.
