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"I said, throw your mobile down. No use for it."

One of the agents in heavy black gear aimed his M4 carbine at Lucian's head, a red laser dot locking onto his forehead.

A second later, the other agents followed suit.

Now, five maybe seven red dots marked his skin.

Behind him, the agents whispered through their comms.

"I thought he'd at least wait until we got outside before starting problems."

"Yeah… is he really that confident we won't do anything?"

"Or is he just that reckless?"

Lucian, unfazed, kept tapping on his phone, fingers moving lazily.

"Relax," he sighed. "I was just sending a message. I can't go around killing people at every turn, can I?"

His voice was calm, amused.