The second youngest man said with a shaky voice, as he pointed at one of the middle aged men, who were operating the large circular saw.
"Idiot, I only ask to find a way to injure him so he could bleed, after all, he's the only one who hadn't gotten any wound since starting this job, but you have gone too far."
The middle aged man argued, with a hint of worried on his face.
"Take him to the hospital, now."
The old man shouted, aa Uche was still screaming in pain.
But just as they move towards him, he stopped screaming, then picked up his severed arm with his other arm, he took a few steps back, towards the exit, and said with tears rolling down his face.
"No need to take me to the hospital, I guess it's my last day here."
