After seeing their reactions to Wyntor's bluff, Nick was convinced that these two wanted to get fired.
He wasn't certain whether or not they were spies, though.
Although, that didn't exactly matter since they would become "spies" anyway.
After all, they would tell the other Manufacturers about Dark Dream's Specters.
Nick looked at the two of them from behind with narrowed eyes.
"And why do you think it is disrespectful and humiliating?" Wyntor asked with a polite smile.
"Be-because this is your office, and we feel uncomfortable in a stranger's office," the same guy said again.
The other one hadn't said anything yet.
"Is that so?" Wyntor asked, looking at them.
Nick could tell that the two of them were becoming more agitated, and they even started glancing at Nick more times.
"I'm sorry for complaining so much," the same guy said again, completely changing his tune.
They were obviously panicked and grasping for straws.
The guy was saying anything that could get him out of the building.
"I-I-I think, w-we can work with the B-Blood Horse, right?" the second guy said nervously as he glanced between Wyntor and his friend.
"We were just a bit stressed, you see?" he said as he looked at Nick with a nervous chuckle. "Our friend died, and w-we lashed out, okay?"
The first guy glanced rapidly between Wyntor and his friend.
"Yes, we are fine with working with the Blood Horse," the first guy said again. "Now, since that issue has been solved, I think we should get back to work."
Then, he stood up and pulled his friend upwards with him.
He walked up to Nick and nervously looked at him.
The guy had seen Nick a couple of times, but he had never viewed Nick as intimidating.
After all, Nick had this friendly and innocent Aura to him.
But now, Nick's huge body made the guy feel small and insignificant.
"E-excuse me," the guy said with a smile as he slowly moved his hand to the door behind Nick. "Can we pass?"
Nick just looked into the guy's eyes without moving.
Suddenly, the two guys heard some chuckling from behind them and turned to Wyntor.
Wyntor just chuckled a bit.
"Can we pass," Wyntor repeated.
"What a fitting choice of words."
The two guys felt their hearts fall into an abyss of ice.
Wyntor looked at Nick and moved his head slightly to his right, gesturing towards the direction of one of them.
The guy's eyes widened.
CRK!
Nick's hand clamped around the guy's throat and squeezed.
In an instant, the guy's mouth opened wide in terror as his throat was compressed to a scary degree.
The guy lost his footing as Nick lifted him by his neck, his limbs flailing in panic.
The other guy froze in terror.
BANG!
Nick kicked the other guy, and his body hit the wall with insane power.
Several of his bones broke.
While the other guy was busy recovering physically and mentally from having his back smashed against the wall, the first guy was busy going unconscious as the circulation of blood to his brain was cut off.
Nick looked at the guy he was lifting with narrowed eyes.
Then, he thought about something.
'How long do I have to cut off his circulation to make him stay unconscious for a while without killing him?'
Nick let go, and the guy dropped to the ground.
Then, he started coughing, and a couple of seconds later, he started to regain consciousness.
'Okay, longer,' Nick thought as he grabbed his throat again.
While Nick was busy choking the guy again, Wyntor turned to the other person.
"Now, how about we talk some more?" he asked with a polite smile.
The other guy was on the ground, curled up like a shrimp.
He didn't answer.
Wyntor turned to look at Nick again, and Nick looked back.
Wyntor gestured to the guy on the ground.
Nick thought for a bit and nodded.
Then, he grabbed the other guy and choked him as well.
"No!" Wyntor shouted. "That's not what I meant!"
BANG!
The other guy fell to the ground as Nick let go.
"What?" Nick asked.
"I wanted you to put him in the chair again since I want to talk to him. I can't talk to an unconscious person," Wyntor said.
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" Nick asked. "Can't you just talk like a normal person?"
Wyntor took a deep breath as the other guy started coughing and retching on the ground.
"Forget it," Wyntor said with a sigh. "Just put him in the chair, please."
"Sure," Nick said as he grabbed the guy and unceremoniously dumped him onto the chair.
"Also, I think the other guy is about done," Wyntor said.
Nick looked at the guy he was still choking and let go.
The guy fell to the ground.
BANG!
And hit his head on the floor.
Then, quite a bit of blood came out of his head as Nick blinked in surprise.
"Is he still alive?" Nick asked, kneeling down to look at the guy more closely.
"Does he have a heartbeat?" Wyntor asked.
Nick put his head on the guy's chest.
"Yeah," he said.
"Then, he should still be alive. He also didn't start seizing, which means his brain hasn't been scrambled beyond repair. He probably just has a very strong concussion."
Nick nodded without answering and looked at the guy.
He wanted to know how long the guy would remain unconscious.
"Now, onto you," Wyntor said as he turned to the guy who was sitting in front of him.
The guy breathed heavily and was slumped over, his face a mask of terror and disbelief.
Wyntor just looked at the guy with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Wyntor. How long do I have to choke someone so that they remain unconscious for a long while?" Nick suddenly asked.
Wyntor's friendly smile vanished and was replaced with annoyance.
"You can't do that," Wyntor said. "As soon as you let go of your hold, their brain gets oxygen again, which makes them wake up in a couple of seconds."
"Wait, I can't do that?" Nick asked in surprise.
"No, you can't," Wyntor said. "If you want to knock someone out, I would suggest something like 30 seconds of choking and a severe concussion."
Then, Wyntor pointed at the unconscious guy. "Like with him."
"Oh, okay," Nick said as he kept looking at the unconscious guy.
"Now, where were we?" Wyntor asked as he looked back at the guy in the chair with a smile.