Enigma

Misha

"Prince Teneth, Prince Benni, I don't know what it is that you need to talk to me about, but this isn't necessary," I say as I firmly grip Prince Benni's hand. 

I pull his thumb away from my neck and twist it backward. Prince Benni's grip weakens, and I push his thumb further back.

"Argh!" Prince Benni shouts.

"Do not touch my son!" Prince Teneth exclaims.

"You bastard." Prince Benni mumbles to himself.

"So, what is it that we need to talk about? I'm sure you don't intend to talk with your fists, correct?" I ask.

These guys are no stranger to threatening people. However, I'm sure they didn't expect me to retaliate instantly. Threats won't work on me. 

"How much did my father pay you? I'll double it if you leave and never come back." Prince Teneth says.