Isaac's demeanor remained unruffled. "Your hysterical outburst is so ridiculous." He smirked subtly and added, “If you're a man, you need to accept defeat."

At this juncture, what concern did he harbor for the conduct of a man?

Life hung in the balance; what significance did demeanor hold for survival?

“By the way, I heard Travis met his demise by your hand? Then, I owe you gratitude. You've rid me of someone I detested." He chuckled.

Darnley's facial muscles quivered with fury.

He yearned for retribution against Isaac.

To inflict upon him immense suffering.

Yet, unwittingly, he had done him a service.

"With so many lives weighing on your conscience, surely the death penalty awaits, right?" Isaac directed Willie, "Escort him away."

"Yes, sir," Willie responded, ushering the three to the embassy.

They were to be repatriated to their homeland.

The offenses they had committed there undoubtedly warranted the death penalty.

If not imposed already, Isaac would ensure its execution.

For a prolonged duration, Isaac remained seated beside the bed, immobile.

“Mr. Johnston, you can find solace now."

Isaac reclined after Darnley was captured, easing his concern.

He shut his eyes.

After confirming that all was resolved, Willie returned and informed, "He has been repatriated. With both law enforcement and our personnel watching, escape is futile."

"There is perpetual uncertainty until death; maintain vigilance."

"Yes," Willie acknowledged.