The sound of punches and kicks echoed through the dimly lit parking lot for 20 minutes.

When the bag was finally removed from Chuck's head, he was woefully out of shape. His face was covered in blood, and he lay on the ground, unable to move at all.

Mark approached Chuck slowly and squatted down beside him. He smacked a report on the latter's face.

"Chuck, I trusted you, and is this how you repay me? How dare you tamper with the drowsy incense?"

Mark gripped Chuck's collar and forced their eyes to meet. "Did Leonard and Claude order you to do that? It appears you are still under their influence."

Chuck was overwhelmed by sheer terror upon seeing the murderous intent in Mark's eyes. He quickly apologized. "I-I know I messed up. Please spare me."

Mark sneered. "A biting dog can't be let loose."

"No … I swear I won't …"

Chuck was so frightened that he could barely speak. "I-I can still be of help to you. If you kill me now, it won't benefit you in any way."

"Chuck, I'm tired of y