These bodyguards believed they could do what Henry had done. That meant they understood better than ordinary people just how dangerous this man was, and naturally, they dared not let him near their employer.
On top of that, their security briefing identified him as a mutant with a Steel Body, which meant drawing their guns would do no good. If they could not even kill him, subduing him was out of the question. Naturally, none of them dared relax and casually let him approach the person they were protecting.
The reason these men knew Henry's information so well was, of course, that they screened everyone attending the banquet. Whenever they encountered someone who warranted special attention, they made sure to memorize the details for safety's sake.
Now that they had witnessed his capabilities firsthand, the Mellon family's security personnel only grew more cautious. None of them knew, however, that what they had seen did not amount to even the tip of the Kryptonian iceberg.
Led by the unfortunate burly man, the sizable procession finally arrived outside a guest room tucked into a corner of the mansion.
As far as Christine Mellon remembered, this area was not open to guests. So why had no one stopped them? She glanced at the head bodyguard beside her, making him break into an embarrassed cold sweat.
Henry had no intention of opening the door himself and leaving fingerprints. Instead, he tightened his grip a little to encourage the burly man to take the initiative. In the end, the man whose ear had been crumpled into a ball—and who felt as though Henry had him by the balls—reached out and opened the door.
Standing in the doorway, they could not see the entire room, especially with the lights off. Henry could only release the burly