Glen Wolfe coldly said, "Gag his mouth, and if he dares to make another sound, I'll castrate him myself!"
Seeing the bodyguard finally dragging Karson Walker away, Glen Wolfe let out a slight sigh of relief, turned his head to glance at the lit room, and hurried outside as if escaping.
He didn't want to spend another moment in this courtyard; surviving today was sheer luck, and he couldn't take any more risks.
At the entrance of the quadrangle.
Karson Walker's mouth was stuffed with a sock from who-knows-where, as two bodyguards pinned him firmly to the ground.
Another bodyguard took a baseball bat from the trunk and smashed it down hard on Karson Walker's arm.
With a couple of snaps, Karson Walker's arms were bent at an eerie angle.
"Mmm...."
Karson Walker's forehead veins bulged, he struggled desperately for a few moments, and then passed out.
"Have the doctor look after him, just make sure he doesn't die."
"Yes, boss."
