Deadblood turned his head slightly to get a better look at Alexander's security officers with their crimsonlight guns. Katana still at Alexander's throat, Deadblood was busy calculating all his different ways out of the situation, all but one of them resulting in Alexander bleeding out on the floor of his office.
The one exception being where he did as Alexander said. All of the others being where he fought his way out of Alexander's office with his katana, all before the security officers could get even one shot off. But Alexander was right. Deadblood wasn't going to kill him. And not just because of his words. Because of the Absolute Undisputed Championship. Because of the power he could feel the title belt constantly giving off.
After another moment, Deadblood finally stepped back, pulling his katana away from Alexander's throat and, after looking around at the security officers, their crimsonlight guns still aimed at him, he slid it back into its sheath.
Grabbing his empty
champagne glass, Deadblood then said,
"Let's talk."
Alexander smiled at these words and nodded at the security officers for them to leave, which they did, before refilling
Deadblood's glass with more
champagne. Sitting back down with his glass and the
title belt,
Deadblood waited for Alexander to start, waiting to hear what
secrets he might reveal about the
championship.
