The members of the Security Team were shoved aside by Henry's soldiers. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought this was Henry's territory.
Two of his men stood guard at the door to the room, prohibiting anyone from entering.
Henry didn't waste words. He walked straight up to a man who looked like the leader of the gang and asked in a cold voice, "Speak. Who sent you?"
Henry's gaze was as sharp as a razor's edge. His eyes swept over the gang members before finally landing on the most powerfully built man among them.
The man had a vicious scar across his face. Henry said nothing, merely waving a hand. Behind him, Bain and Leon immediately understood his meaning.
They dragged the man over to a set of torture instruments. It was a simple wooden frame, hung with various iron tools: from whips to pliers, from chains to branding irons. Each one was enough to inflict unimaginable pain.
