Zachary Benedict hit the wall hard with his bare fist, multiple times until the pain was replaced with numbness. Fresh blood from his freshly wounded fists trickled to the floor. He was gritting his teeth hard while his entire system tremble with rage. His cold distant eyes sparkled with a menacing bloodlust. He looks exactly like a desperate man ready to kill in the name of love.
Emmanuel pulled him away from the wall forcefully. He looked at him with an expression filled with concern which he in exchange, looked at Emmanuel with his eyes ablaze with fire. If looks could only burn, the entire hotel burnt already by the inferno in his eyes.
At the center, inside the meeting room, a round circular table stood still. It was currently occupied by Samuel, Elijah, and Ezekiel who quietly watch Emmanuel forcefully drag him away from the innocent wall he turned into a punching bag.