Caesar Nolan scrambled toward me, desperation etched into every line on his face. His earlier arrogance had completely vanished, replaced by naked terror as he clutched at my sleeve.
"Twenty percent!" he whispered frantically. "I'll give you twenty percent of my family's shares. Just... please don't let him kill me."
I kept my eyes fixed on Scarface, whose scarred visage twisted into a mocking smile at Caesar's pathetic display. The businessman's offer was generous—far more than I'd initially demanded—but money wasn't my primary concern in this moment.
"Deal," I said simply, gently removing Caesar's grip from my arm and stepping forward.
Scarface laughed, the sound echoing unnaturally around the room. "Look at you, acting like you have a choice in what happens next." His voice dropped to a threatening growl. "Do you have any idea what a Grandmaster is capable of?"
I tilted my head, studying him. "I've fought a great Grandmaster before. I'm still here."
