Stay and meet your demise!

Norman's gaze was vacant, feeling as though he had been flung by a colossal beast, soaring through the air. A searing pain surged through him in an instant as his teeth flew out, tinged with blood. Like a shooting star, he plummeted not far away, his body fiercely impacting the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

With one hand clutching his swollen cheek, Norman's eyes flickered with incredulous disbelief, emitting painful groans.

Ryan nonchalantly brushed off the dust from his palms, a cold smirk curling his lips as he advanced towards Norman.

"It seems my 'treasure' hasn't satisfied you enough," Ryan's tone dripped with contempt and mockery. "If you have any other needs, feel free to speak up. I can give you another, without hesitation."

His words were laden with provocation and disdain, igniting within Norman an intolerable sense of humiliation and anger.