The full-bearded man rubbed his chin, staring at the figure inside, and then ridiculed, "What a fool, thinking we're pushovers here. Full surveillance, not even a mosquito could get through."
Let alone a big blundering man?
"Do we finish him off then?"
Someone near him suggested with ill intentions.
Beardo pulled a smirk, sarcastically saying, "He might belong to TBI, but he trespassed first. Teach him a lesson."
"No problem! He's just a small fry, there won't be any issues."
"But what about the bosses? We haven't received reply about the remaining...people..."
"We're at a critical stage. Make contact as quickly as possible and send those people away. If we keep them for too long, it'll only invite trouble."
"Understood."
In the dimly lit room.
The man lay sprawling on the floor, blood spreading from him across the floor, soaking it with a jarring red that made one's skin crawl.
Cuts of all sizes were bleeding non-stop all over his body.
