Pft… pft pft…
One order.
The big guys on both sides moved in.
Several punches in a row slammed into Dirk Carter's lower abdomen.
The sharp pain spread out from his gut; it hurt so bad Dirk couldn't even straighten his back.
In an instant, his whole back was soaked through, his body spasming again and again.
Even so.
Dirk still forced himself not to collapse.
He clenched his teeth, then grinned and said to Elihu Houseman, "Your guys must've skipped lunch, huh?"
Provoking him like that? Unforgivable.
"Hit him! Keep hitting! As long as he's not dead, beat him however you want!"
Elihu roared.
One of the big guys raised his leg and kicked Dirk in the gut again.
He flew straight out, smashed into the wall behind him, then slid down to the floor.
Then fists and feet rained down on him like a storm; Dirk wrapped his arms around his head to protect it, and every other part of him got "taken care of."
They beat him for a good three to five minutes.
