The man tried to protest. “Wait! Why are you all doing this to me? I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed.

He struggled fiercely, but it was no use. He couldn’t possibly stand a chance against this many bodyguards.

Michael peered at the man closely. This stranger — the culprit, apparently — looked panicked, but he didn’t seem dangerous.

Yet.

Though that scar looked a little ominous…

Michael stopped the guards for a moment, staring straight into the man’s eyes. “What’s your name?”

“My name? It’s… it’s Hank,” the man replied, looking uncomfortable under Michael’s icy gaze. “Hank Howard. I didn’t do anything—”

“Who ordered you to crash into my sister’s...