Norton's fury boiled over, his brows furrowed deeply, eyes burning with barely contained rage. "Why are you going this far for someone you barely know?" His voice was sharp, demanding an answer.
Ralph merely shrugged, his expression indifferent. "I just don't like what you're doing."
His tone was casual, almost dismissive, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "Max made a mistake. He should be taught a lesson. But outright killing him? That accomplishes nothing."
Then, his lips curled slightly. A gleam flickered in his eyes—sharp, dangerous.
"Or…" Ralph tilted his head slightly, his voice smooth, taunting. "You can ignore me and kill him anyway."
The implication hung thick in the air.
Max stood still, watching everything unfold. His heart pounded.
He wasn't blind to the reality of the situation—he was inches from death. One wrong move, one bad decision, and he'd be a corpse before he could even react.
But…
There was still hope.
