John locked eyes with Nicholas, and Nicholas returned the gaze.
Their glances intersected and understanding flashed in Nicholas's eyes.
He gestured dismissively at Scarface, "Didn't you hear Mr. Foster's request? What are you waiting for?"
Scarface quickly stepped forward, drawing from behind a club as thick as a baby's arm.
It was baffling how he managed to conceal such a hefty stick on him.
Well, one could say, people in his line of work have their ways.
Approaching Eric, Scarface motioned his men to pin Eric's right hand onto the table.
Eric's desperate struggles intensified; sheer terror rendered him almost senseless.
His only resort was to continually shout his father's name, hoping these men would consider Timothy King's influence and spare his hand.
But, alas, it was all in vain.
His hand was firmly pressed onto the table, unable to break free.
