Moss paused for a moment, his voice strangely calm as he replied, âIs that so? This is quite a surprise.
â
Detecting Mossâ mistrust, Bennett offered a faint smile and reassured him, âUncle Moss, as your nephew, I would never deceive you.
â
Moss remained silent, his gaze fixed on Holden.
He narrowed his eyes, observing Holdenâs calm demeanor.
He thought Holden defied the stereotype of a mere assistant.
âRaise your head,â Moss said to Holden abruptly.
Holden complied, lifting his head and meeting Mossâ gaze calmly.
âYour name is Colt?â Moss inquired.
Before Holden could respond, Bennett said, âUncle Moss, Iâve already told you-â
Frowning, Moss interjected, âSilence! I didnât ask you.
â
Bennett shrugged, gesturing for Holden to answer.
âYes,â Holden replied.
Moss stared intently at Holden, studying his features for a while.
Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.
Turning to Bennett, Moss attempted to sow discord.
He said, âColt possesses an uncommon demeanor
and a voice equally remarkable.
He looks like a leader.
Bennett, if I didnât know you, I would never guess you were his boss.
â
Bennett, aware of Mossâ cautious nature, wore a placating smile.
He said, âUncle Moss, Iâve had a fall.
Could you please attend to my wound first?â With these words, Bennett shifted the topic and delicately raised his left leg, revealing his wound.
Despite his serious injuries, Bennett exhibited no signs of pain, unlike an ordinary person who might have cried out by then.
Moss glanced impassively at Bennettâs wound and gestured for him to enter the room.
âThank you,â Bennett said.
Then, he turned to Holden and instructed, âFollow me.
â
Unexpectedly, as Holden walked pass Moss, Moss suddenly lunged at Holden.
Holden felt the rush of air and swiftly dodged the attack, instinctively countering in response.
At first, he chose a defensive strategy, wary of escalating the situation, but Mossâ every move was aggressively fierce.
After a few exchanges, Holden contemplated shifting to offense, but he then noticed Bennettâs warning gaze, urging him not to do that.
Holden pressed his lips together, feigning being overpowered to prevent arousing Mossâ suspicion.
Upon Mossâ blow landing, he staggered back against the door, groaning in pain.
Moss ceased his attacks and took a step back.
He glared at Holden and sneered at Bennett, âWhat a weakling.
Can he truly protect you when he even canât defeat me?â