A few bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief, successfully bringing him before Justin Battleson.
This was a shabby old warehouse on the outskirts of the city, long forgotten and rarely visited, except for the occasional sound of distant dog barks from the villages.
"Mr. Battleson, we've brought the man in," they reported.
The bodyguards gestured, ordering men to bind Ryan Richard to a chair.
Justin stood, toying with a knife in his hand, his face unreadable.
He walked right up to Ryan, observing him closely.
Ryan hadn't woken up yet, his head drooping, his face still bruised. A bodyguard immediately started to explain, "He was making too much of a fuss on the road here, so we..."
Justin signaled for him to be quiet. The bodyguard looked panicky, thinking he had done something wrong and was preparing to accept the punishment, only to hear Justin say, "You hit him lightly."