Hearing Wesley's words, the dozen or so bodyguards stopped their wailing and all wore thoughtful expressions.
"Not let us off easily?"
"What does this guy want to do?"
Originally, they all felt they couldn't escape this ordeal today and would likely never leave this factory alive.
But listening to his tone, it seemed he didn't intend to kill them, so there was still a glimmer of hope.
"Everyone, take out all your valuables, then leave behind one hand, and I will let you leave."
Wesley's voice turned cold, giving off an attitude that brooked no refusal.
"Hiss!" The bodyguards gasped.
No one spoke; they were now fish on the chopping block, and he was the knife, leaving them to be slaughtered.
If they wanted to live, there was no room for negotiation; they had to comply.
This was a remote, abandoned factory; even if they died here, no one would know, and it would be impossible to find out who did it.
