Smith turned his cold gaze toward Zaha, who immediately understood what he wanted and reached for the gun hidden beneath his jacket. “Give me the gun,” Smith ordered, his voice carrying a dangerous calmness as the guards tightened their grip on Scott. At the same time, they continued trying to force the cigarette toward Scott’s mouth, determined to humiliate him before finishing what they had started.Zaha struggled harder to hold Scott down, but Scott suddenly jerked his head forward with such force that Zaha lost his balance for a moment.Zaha nostrils began bleeding, yet instead of showing weakness, he spat directly into Smith’s face, leaving the room silent for a brief second. Smith slowly wiped his face with the back of his hand, his expression twisting with fury as he took the gun from Zaha.“You should have learned your lesson by now,” Smith growled, raising the weapon toward Scott. Scott stared at the barrel for a moment before a familiar mission screen suddenly appeared befo