"Good." Rage's voice turned dangerously low, his orbs rolling sideways as he spoke. "Get the hell out of the clan then."

Another round of shocked gasps swept through the crowd, but no one dared raise a voice. They just stuck to their gasps and looked on. Even a pin dropping would be heard at this point. A word from them could get them killed instantly. Even Angelina didn't know what to do. She spoke up when an idea struck her.

"What if I do one hundred press-ups? Will you pardon me?" she asked, breathing hard.

Rage lowered himself back into his seat, his eyes fixed on her. He didn't reply,...