"What the hell happened here?"
Even Calvin who had seen a lot in the course of his life couldn't help but frown upon seeing the scene inside the room.
"T-This..."
Christine hurriedly covered her eyes. She had caught a glimpse of that 'sausage' and the sight of it alone thoroughly embarrassed her.
"You can go out, for now, Christine. It's not convenient for you to be here." Calvin commented.
"Right..."
Christine awkwardly took a step backward before she turned around and left the room.
When the doors were closed, Calvin flicked his wrist and the rope that suspended Fatty Zachary was split into two.
He immediately fell onto the floor with a dull thud.
"Several hematomas and some fractures and a sprain on his ankle. He must've tried to run but failed." Calvin deduced.
He lifted Fatty Zachary's eyelids and noticed that his pupils were still responsive to light.
This was a good sign.
