Solivair watched indifferently, his expression completely unmoved. He didn’t even spare Dean and Kent a second glance. As if killing them was nothing more than a routine task, not worth his attention. Arthur’s brows furrowed tightly as he stared at Solivair with growing wariness. This man was far beyond anything Arthur had ever imagined. Taylor had already passed out from blood loss. If he had been awake to witness this, the sheer horror of it would have haunted him for life. Everything had happened so fast. Arthur never would have thought that even inside Lioran, Solivair would carry a gun. Not only that—he had used it so casually, executing two people in cold blood. The way he did it, so effortless, so nonchalant… It was clear this wasn’t the first time. This was Lioran. Dean was a cop. Kent had been taken into custody just last night. And yet, these people had the power to drag them out of a police station and murder them in broad daylight. Brazen. Untouchable. This was beyond anything Arthur could comprehend. They were far more than just wealthy businessmen. Who the hell were the Tremo family? What gave them this kind of untouchable power? Arthur glanced at Taylor, still bleeding in his arms, his panic growing by the second. But he also knew—these people didn’t value human life. There was no way they would let him call for an ambulance. Their phones had been taken the moment they were kidnapped. He had no way of contacting anyone. What should he do? Taylor couldn’t die.Arthur couldn’t just sit here and watch Taylor bleed out in front of him. As his mind raced for a solution, Solivair suddenly lifted his gun again—this time, aiming it directly at Taylor. A cruel smile curved across his lips. “Aren’t you worried about him dying? Didn’t you want to call an ambulance?” Solivair’s voice was light, almost amused. “I can solve that problem for you.” Arthur’s breath caught. Without thinking, he threw himself over Taylor, shielding him with his body. “What are you doing?!” he shouted. The cold, black muzzle of the gun was now pointed straight at Arthur. In that moment, a fear he had never felt before washed over him. He was just an ordinary person. Sure, he had survived a brutal childhood, built up a strong will, and carried knowledge from his past life that gave him an advantage. But in the face of death, he was still human. He was afraid. But behind him was Taylor. Taylor, the fool who had once thrown himself in front of a blade to protect him. No matter how scared he was, Arthur couldn’t move aside. Right now, all he could do was stall for time—try to find a way to convince Solivair to spare Taylor. Pray for a miracle. Arthur’s thoughts blurred. The warehouse was dark and abandoned, with only a faint sliver of light seeping through a crack in the door. But even if he tried to run, Solivair had an army of trained guards surrounding him. And a man like Solivair—cold, ruthless—wasn’t someone who could be reasoned with.Behind him, Taylor was still bleeding. Arthur felt like an ant trapped on a scorching-hot pan, desperate and helpless. For the first time, he hated how weak he was. For the first time, he realized how utterly useless he was. He couldn’t even protect the one person who mattered to him. Solivair’s smirk deepened. “Step aside. One shot, and you won’t have to worry about calling an ambulance anymore.” He paused, then chuckled as if enjoying some private joke. “You should be thanking me for taking care of such a big problem for you.” His voice was almost… kind. Like an elder speaking patiently to a stubborn child. If someone had walked in now, they might’ve thought Solivair was offering friendly advice. But in Arthur’s eyes, the sight was terrifying. A man with a gun. A man who spoke about killing like it was nothing. A man who smiled so warmly while suggesting murder. It was only now—only in this moment—that Arthur truly grasped what kind of person Solivair was. No, this wasn’t just a man who disregarded human life. He was a monster. A complete psychopath. To him, human lives were as insignificant as ants, crushed without a second thought. Arthur’s heart sank. Against a man like this, how could he and Taylor possibly survive? No. Taylor couldn’t die here.Arthur forced himself to stay calm. His mind raced, scouring his memories from his past life for anything—any information about the Tremo family that could be useful. The Tremo family was one of the most powerful names in Lioran. While Arthur had never personally encountered them before, he had seen their name in the news. And then— Something clicked. Arthur slowly lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto Solivair’s.