The bald-headed man's voice cut through the chaos like a whip. "Attack now!" he screamed, his fury barely contained.
The guards, galvanized by the command, glanced at each other before charging toward Lucian. One of them grabbed a whiskey bottle from the nearby table, nodding to another guard with a subtle tilt of his head. Without hesitation, he hurled the bottle with all his strength, aiming straight for Lucian's chest. The plan was simple force Lucian to step back, creating an opening for the other guard to drag Tony's broken body away from the carnage.
The bottle sliced through the air, its trajectory perfect. The guard's smirk grew as he thought, No one's stupid enough to try and stop this with a hammer. He'll have to step back.
But Lucian didn't step back.