Kyron stared at the bed, his eyes as wide as saucers. He exclaimed, "Mr. Gordon! Holy sh*t! Who did this to you?!"
"Boss, that guy on the bed did it. He's full of himself and boasted that no one could punish him for it," complained Madam Crystal through gritted teeth.
Kyron glared in the direction of the bed and scolded, "Hey, kid! I don't care who you are. You're not going anywhere after injuring Mr. Gordon. Guards! Bring him here!"
Kyron gestured, and the guards he brought marched forward.
A stout figure blocked their way. He swung his fists around wildly, inflicting wounds with every strike.
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