They all knew that if they didn’t leave soon, officers from the National Security Bureau might arrive at any moment,plicating their situation even further.


    Despite their anger, the men felt anxious andcked the courage to confront Kyson, soon leaving the scene dejectedly.


    Kyson nonchntly leaned against the door frame, a seemingly casual gesture that effectively blocked their exit.


    “No one leaves until the National Security Bureau officers arrive,” he dered firmly.


    “Kyson Shaw! How dare you threaten us! Don’t push us too far!” one of them protested.


    Kyson, unfazed, smirked and retorted, “You harass her, and I’ll return the favor.


    An eye for an eye-seems fair, doesn’t it? If I strike back, I doubt Sonny would me me for simply doing them a favor.


    ”


    The room fell silent, the men shocked by his confidence.


    Everyone knew of Kyson’s past as the director of the Secret Investigation Department, aware of his prowess inbat.


    These men, despite their positions of power and privilege, knew they were outmatched.


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    The obese man turned to nce at Dulcie, who was curled up in the corner, hiding her face.


    He remarked cynically, “She’s a prostitute, and it was her choice to be here today.


    You know her, Mr.


    Shaw? Is that why you’re defending her?”


    Kyson coolly dropped his gaze and responded indifferently, “I don’t know her, but witnessing your behaviorpelled me to intervene-it just seemed like the right thing to do.


    ”


    The men sighed in resignation, realizing any physical confrontation with Kyson would be futile and not worth the injury they might sustain.


    Knowing they stood no chance against the imminent arrival of the National Security Bureau, they understood that resisting further would only lead to their arrest and a night of intense interrogation.


    After considering their options, the men decided to use money to escape their predicament.


    The obese man withdrew a stack of bills totaling about $10, 000 from his bag and ced it on the table respectfully.


    “Mr.


    Shaw, she was injured tonight.


    It was excessive, and I take responsibility.


    This money is topensate her.


    Please, can this be enough to let me go?”


    Money often seemed the only solution in such situations.


    Following the obese man’s lead, the other men extracted crisp bills from their wallets, adding to the growing pile on the table.


    Soon, the cash on the table amounted to approximately $80, 000.


    “I’m sorry, Mr.


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    It wasn’t my intention,” one man said.


    “It won’t happen again,” added another, each echoing remorse as they contributed their share.


    Kyson remained silent, his attention briefly turning to Dulcie, who was still huddled under the table.


    She appeared unresponsive to the men’s attempt at financial atonement.