"STOP!.. PLEASE!" Edward screamed in pain. "I don't know anything…" he whimpered.
***Rod Swings***
"Ahh!" Edward shrieked as he got hit on his head and in no time, he lost his consciousness.
"Crackheads!", the old man threw away the rod. He stepped back and cast a glance at every single boy. Undoubtedly, he had beaten the sh!t out of all of them. Their hands and legs were tied up with a rope and their screwed up bodies were lying on the floor. All of them fell unconscious one after the other.
Leaving the room, the old man cast a glance at his own men. “Finish them”, he commanded without any hesitation. “Search their place afterward. I want that damn thing!”, he added through gritted teeth. He turned around to briefly look at all the young men. He rolled his eyes at them and left the room.