His guard appeared quickly with a knife, and once he handled it, he raised his hand up to tear his stomach apart but the police walked in. 

"Please, Mr. Broderick. Don't put judgement in your hands, let's handle it." Broderick paused and looked at the cops. 

"If my son die, not only will I kill him with my hands, I'll burn down your station and kill you all," he threatened the cop.

The cop walked towards him and seized the knife in his hand then took the man away. 

He walked out at once and was driven straight to the hospital that his son was. 

He saw from outside the theatre room that his son was on oxygen and his pulse rate was low, sadness held onto his heart and he almost cried. Pain had a large feast on his soul and he almost choked to death. 

He was not allowed to enter the theatre room, he stood majestically with five of his gu