At that moment, upon hearing what Jerry just said, the three representatives from GSK were frozen. Their mouths slightly open, eyes twitching, hands trembling not from bravery, but from the cold realization that they might have provoked the wrong man.
Just minutes ago, they were kings of the room. They had mocked him, threatened him, and laughed at him as if he were nothing more than a joke. But now? Now they watched with horror-filled eyes as the battered, motionless waiters lay sprawled across the tiled floor like broken furniture limbs twisted unnaturally, faces swollen, groaning in pain. They had seen fights before, but what they just witnessed from Jerry wasn't a fight. It was destruction clean, precise, and terrifying.
One of them mumbled under his breath, "What is he? A monster?"
"No… he's a demon in disguise," another whispered shakily, clenching his fists not out of courage, but to keep his arms from trembling.
