The guards exchanged glances, their eyes narrowing in suspicion as they focused on Damien. One of them stepped forward, his voice uncertain. "Is what he's saying true?"
Damien didn't flinch. "Of course, he does," he replied calmly. "But what I want to know is why my driver is in this state." His voice turned icy. "What have you done to him?"
The guard hesitated, his posture stiffening. "Sir," he said, his tone respectful but firm. His eyes observed the taxi and Damien's suit, which he found not well suited for a young master. "It would be best if you cooperated. Why were you entering the mansion?"
Another guard, clearly larger and more muscular, stepped closer, trying to use his size to intimidate Damien. But before he could get too close, there was a sudden sound.
Bam!
Damien's fist had connected with the guard's gut, sending the man to his knees.
Thud!