Then they finally saw it. It wasn't a scratch but a perfect hit. There was a shard of glass on each of their necks. They turned their gaze at the man sitting on the sofa and saw the wine glass broken into pieces. They wondered ' when did the man break the glass? Why didn't any of us hear it? Why didn't we see him making a move?'
They realised that the state the black and sturdy bodyguards were in right now was not a coincidence or a mere fluke, but the result of the absolute power of the young man. They were troubled as they couldn't disobey the manager nor could they move forward. If they disobeyed then they were sure to be thrown out of this place. But if they moved even a slightest to the front then they were sure that a fate worse than death awaits them.
They were even able to calc
