After a brief silence, Xander let out a quiet sigh before signaling Taylor with a glance.
"He is our guest," Xander said calmly. "Take good care of him."
Sal froze.
His soul almost exited his body again.
The moment the words registered, he shot up from his chair so fast it nearly tipped over.
"T-There's really no need for hospitality, Mr. Emerson!" Sal said hurriedly, waving his hands nervously. "I'm already grateful that you listened to me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall humbly take my lea—"
His words abruptly died in his throat when two guards suddenly grabbed him from both sides.
Sal's eyes widened in horror.
"W-Wait—"
Before he could react, the guards started dragging him away mercilessly.
Panic instantly exploded inside him.
"Let me go!" Sal cried, struggling dramatically. "I don't want anything! Keep the hospitality to yourselves!"
The guards ignored him completely.
Sal looked desperately toward Xander like a man begging for mercy before execution.
