Gideon moved. No one saw him cross the distance. One moment he was standing still, the next his fist crashed into Grant's face.
The old man hit the ground hard before Gideon grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the center of the construction site.
"Enough!" His voice cut through the chaos, sharp and loud.
But no one listened.
Gideon didn't hesitate. He slammed Grant down again and drove his foot into the man's groin, forcing a broken gasp out of him.
"Call them off," Gideon said coldly. "Or I'll turn this entire place into a graveyard."
The killing intent in his eyes made Grant freeze.
"Stop! Stop it, damn it!" Grant choked out, blood spilling from his mouth as he shouted. "All of you, stop!"
Slowly, the workers began to notice. Their boss was on the ground, face bruised and bleeding, completely at Gideon's mercy.
The fighting died down, but the anger didn't. It shifted, now it was aimed at Gideon.
