The heavy double doors of the VIP room stood wide open.
Rick stepped slowly into the doorway. He was still wearing those simple clothes. His hands were shoved casually into his pockets. He looked completely relaxed, unbothered by the sheer wealth radiating from those inside the room.
"Is that so?" Rick's deep voice echoed through the deadly silent room, "Then I guess I didn't hit you hard enough the first time."
Tristan's face instantly drained of all colour.
The smug, arrogant expression he had worn just two seconds ago completely melted off his face, and was replaced by a look of absolute terror.
His knees physically knocked together.
He recognised the plain t-shirt immediately, and his broken nose throbbed with pain immediately. The scene from in the lobby flashed through his mind.
"Yo....eee?!" He opened his mouth to speak, but only a pathetic, breathless squeak came out.
