Old Brooks walked in with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He waved his hand, and the dozen or so men in black stepped into a horizontal line, blocking the door.
Charles, who was at the head of the pack, waved his arms and roared furiously, "You bastard, get out of the way!"
Old Brooks smiled. Four more buff men rushed inside, standing in front of him. They each held a three-foot-long blade in their hands, and two of them pressed their blades straight to Charles' neck.
"Mr. Garten has said that no one is allowed to leave unless he says so," Old Brooks said, smiling at the dazed Charles.
Warwick, who was supporting Eli, yelled nastily from behind, "Do you know who I am? How dare you block my way? Are you asking for death?"
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