"Shall we begin, Your Majesty?" The way the devil-masked man mocked him sounded rather ridiculous to Michael. The man took a step forward until there was barely any gap left between them. But he was shorter than Michael and he felt nothing but utterly drained out to hear his antiques.
"Beat him until he passes out." The words fell into his ear but Michael just smiled at his face which only riled him up. In the next moment before his men gathered around him, a slap fell over his face making his head turn sideways.
Michael tasted blood in his mouth; he was a bit surprised as the impact seemed rather powerful. Turning his gaze, he noticed he was wearing a four-finger ring which was a tool to inflict pain. Michael wiped the blood and saliva out of his mouth and stood up.
