"Dalton!" Maya let out a cry of relief.
Dalton couldn't respond as the bodyguard lunged at him. With agility, Dalton ducked and kicked the bodyguard in the torso, sending him flying.
Dalton reached for the bodyguard and slammed him against the wall. Then, he grabbed him again and began throwing punches at his face, brutally pummeling him.
Maya watched in shock as Dalton mercilessly and fiercely beat up the bodyguard.
Dalton stopped when the bodyguard either passed out or died….
Did he kill him with his fist? Maya wondered anxiously.
Dalton stood up and majestically cleaned his bloody knuckles with a handkerchief. He showed no emotion; his face was masked by a calm, stony expression.
Dalton cleared his throat. "I apologize for you having to witness that brutality," he said, his tone was nonchalant, as if beating up the bodyguard were merely an inconvenience.