Zehar fell silent, contemplating his decision. After a few moments, he finally responded, "No, Dionis, I'm sorry. I don't want to participate in any fight."
Sighing, I whispered to myself, "I didn't want to choose this option for you, man." Then i sent a signal to my 5 men.
All five of them approached Zehar from behind towering him, ready to fight.
Zehar, however, seemed unfazed by the brewing tension. Seated calmly, he stared at me with an icy and emotionless expression, "So you want me to submit to you by force? Never!" Zehar shouted defiantly as he suddenly sprang from his seat, launching a vicious double kick to my face, causing me to fall backward, out of my chair.
Reacting swiftly, one of my men seized the opportunity and pushed Zehar to the ground. Yet, Zehar, a formidable opponent, quickly regained his composure and leaped back to his feet, now facing the five opponents who stood before him.