Chapter 63: CH 063: What happened to Dave? (MR 5)
Dave’s gaze didn’t falter as he addressed White. "As you can see," he began, his voice steady, "the beasts are not attacking me. And I’m certain you’re intelligent enough to deduce why that is." He paused, allowing his words to ring in his mind before continuing, "But you, on the other hand, are vulnerable. At any moment, these creatures would get to you and turn you into their afternoon meal."
White’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "How dare a kid like you try to intimidate me?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Keep on talking, I will never contact Tasha."
Dave’s expression hardened, his patience thinning. "Well, if you’re unwilling to do as I say," he said coldly, "then perhaps you’ll serve as a very delicious meal for these hungry beasts."
With a subtle command through his mind, Dave directed his two hybrids to lift White’s chair. The hybrids moved swiftly with synchronized movements as they carried White, still bound to the chair, into the air.
"Hey! What are you doing?" White’s voice cracked with panic as he was suspended above the ground, his legs dangling helplessly.
The hybrids carried him effortlessly, placing him directly in the path of the approaching beasts. The creatures, sensing the proximity of their potential prey, had let out loud growls, as their eyes were fixed on White.
Fear surged through White as he realized the danger. His voice trembled as he shouted, "Please, please! Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll call her! Just don’t let them get near me!"
Dave stood motionless, his gaze unwavering. "Very well," he replied, his tone devoid of emotion. He gestured for the hybrids to return White to his original position.
The hybrids complied, setting White back in his chair. Dave then approached him, his presence imposing. "Now?" he inquired.