"It was a person called Marques. He is the one who had an argument with your man and took him. I don't know where he took him, though! I'm telling the truth," Makk told the masked man with a scared look on his face.
"Sigh, some people never learn. Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't lie to me?" the masked man told Makk as he sighed.
He had simply sighed and didn't even move when Makk started screaming as if he was going through excruciating pain.
Makk was now also missing his left hand. The hand was lying on the ground, away from his body.
Blood kept falling from the shoulders of Makk as he screamed until his voice turned hoarse.
"You son of a b****! You cut my hand! You Bastard, I'll kill you!" Makk screamed.