Huey stared at the man with a blade to his neck. The sharp touch of the tip and edges was chilling, his lips curled sinisterly as he raised his chin.
"You can't take my head, old man. Even if you tried right now." He chuckled then leaned his head away from the blade.
'The effects of the drug have worn down slightly. As expected, it will wane with time, but I'm still far from even half my potential.'
He looked back at the man who had his blade against his neck and stared deeply into his eyes. His expression became solemn and stern as his lips parted.
"Are your confident?" Huey said.
"That you can take my head in a single strike?"
"Go ahead."
"Try."
"Finish it in one move."
"Do it."
His challenging words hung silently in the atmosphere, like a looming guillotine it.
Just then, Huey heard the voice of the representative from across.
"Don't get arrogant."
-Click.