Chapter 923

Aside from the guys who came to take out Robert, the only one who actually got hurt was Carl. "What are you doing, sitting on the ground like that?" Beckett stared at him—face pale as a ghost—and asked. At that moment, Beckett hadn't yet realized Carl was injured. Carl's lower eyelids turned red and he muttered pitifully, "I got hit on the shoulder… Is my arm done for? What am I supposed to do?" Beckett frowned and crouched to check on him, only then noticing a gash on Carl's arm, blood dripping steadily from his fingertips. The bleeding was heavy, but the wound itself wasn't deep. But of course, Carl thought he was a goner. "Beck, I'm not gonna make it. If I die, can you destroy my phone? No one else can see what's inside, I swear…" Carl started crying as he rambled, "Also, please look after my parents." He felt lightheaded from blood loss. "God… I haven't even gotten married yet. This is such a ripoff." "…" Beckett tore off Carl's T-shirt to wrap his wound, completely speechless. "Po