"..."
Silence ensued in the entire place with only the groans of the mercenary beneath Constantine's foot to serve as background noise.
The Conqueror evaluated the situation, this guy had more than ten people with him and the nasty bastard's foul mouth had been shut, there was no need to continue unnecessary violence, moreover, he gained an extra display of fear to stop anyone from trying to get funny with him and Zamira.
"I don't want any fight... this trash just happened to talk about someone he shouldn't." Constantine released his foot from the man's chest, he was still bleeding from several places just from the thrashing he got.
"You have as many balls as you have strength, boy... what's yer name?" The grumpy man spoke with a smirk, not releasing his weapon just yet much to Constantine's thrill.