As the bodyguards stood up, Siderius pulled out his knife and threw it at them.
Buster dashed away from the table without any hesitation. He wasn't going to take part in any of it. Joe followed him quickly.
The Casper Kid smirked and leaned back on his chair, seemingly unaffected by whatever was happening.
The two bodyguards scattered to the sides, the knife stuck into the wooden pole in between them. The knife had always been aimed at that pole and even if they didn't move, the bodyguards would be fine.
Bas slammed his hand on the table and stood up as well. His palm imprinted onto the hard surface of the wood, white smoke floated up slightly.
The bodyguards froze in place. With them was Dunn Longar, his cold piercing eyes danced between Siderius and Bas.
"You react a little bit aggressive, don't you think, gentlemen?" Dunn said.
"And you showed your disrespect a little bit too obvious, Dunn Longar." Siderius tilted his head.
