After Maxwell Peary left the ward, his expression changed instantly.
He hadn't expected Leon Blackwood to be so blatant.
However, whether it was truly Erick Hamilton's doing still needed a thorough investigation.
With this in mind, Maxwell quickened his pace.
An abandoned warehouse in D City—
Maxwell Peary sat on a broken chair, facing several henchmen.
And surrounding these henchmen was a middle-aged man.
The man was in a suit, but it was now thoroughly disheveled, squatting with his hands over his head, looking very distressed.
"Who... who are you all?"
The man spoke tremblingly, his eyes constantly darting towards Maxwell Peary.
Even if he was not very perceptive, at this moment he could see that these people primarily listened to that man's orders.
"Speak, what bad deeds have you done in the past few days?"
These henchmen were quite experienced, not easily revealing the reason for the beating.
