"You all just wait for me!"
Clark panicked completely. He was going to be slashed three more times; who could endure that!
"Young Master Danver, sorry about this!"
Following that, the three of them each slashed Clark once!
Wesley kept his word and let the three of them leave with their respective bodyguards.
The three of them didn't dare to linger any longer and left immediately, feeling anxious and uneasy.
At this moment, only Wesley's group of three, Clark, and his two bodyguards remained in the factory.
Clark was covered in blood, looking miserable, just like a dead man.
In reality, it just looked serious; Clark only had superficial wounds. The four slashes from those four people hadn't used any real force.
They were afraid of killing Clark. If he died at their hands, it would be impossible to explain.
However, Wesley didn't care; as long as the four of them had attacked Clark, that was enough!
"Young Master Danver, if you're not dead, make a sound!"
