And the knife could not be pulled out, or Luke would bleed to death before he got to the hospital!
Afterwards, Kingsley picked up Eileen and walked towards the car at a steady pace.
"Thanks," Eileen frowned in pain and spoke weakly.
She used to think that Kingsley was too dignified and unapproachable, yet he looked different at this moment.
"You'd better not talk at this time, or you will lose more blood..."
Kingsley dropped his eyes slightly and looked at Eileen's face. "You and Luke go to the hospital first. I’ll be right behind you
guys..."
Eileen nodded, but she still frowned. "Is h e... Is he ... okay?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. But I hope he is safe and sound just like you do!"
Kingsley replied.
The car left, but Kingsley turned around and walked back inside the abandoned old factory.
Those gangsters had been subdued. They were now kneeling submissively on the ground.
Seeing Kingsley coming in, the bodyguard beside him put a chair behind him.
Kingsley sat down and said coldly, "Beat them up!"
At once, those gangsters began to wail.
Kingsley was sitting there indifferently and leisurely just like a spectator.
Even though his suit jacket was stained with Eileen’s blood, he remained elegant even in such a violent environment.
In a long while, those gangsters gasped for breath on the ground. Bruised and sore, they were half dead.
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