Darius' thoughts about his contract's abilities were interrupted when the tickle-like 'attacks' of the henchmen came to a grinding halt.
At that moment, a large man—Reginald—grabbed Darius's wet hair and tilted his head back. Although wet, his face was unbelievably clean for someone who had been punched. After scrutinizing his face carefully, the man smirked evilly, fat in his cheeks, trembling with anticipation.
"Hah, this bastard. He came in here so confidently. He must be relying on something, huh?"
"…"
"Hey, hey. It's nothing to mess up your pretty face. Even if we're busy, we can still throw you into a drain and drown you in feces, you trash."
'…You think I'm pretty?' Darius had to admit he felt a little bashful, although the compliment came from another man, and a rather unattractive one at that. Likely due to his overbearing aura and serious demeanour, Darius had never really received compliments on his appearance.
