C522 You Want Me to Bow My Head?

His voice was perfectly modulated, neither too loud nor too soft, but just right to reach the ears of everyone in the garden.

"You're not letting me leave?"

"And what if I insist on leaving?"

Crash!

Wood's declaration struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving many in the audience gaping at him in disbelief, questioning whether their ears had deceived them.

A nobody