Chapter 420 What's His Angle?

I scowled, a chill running down my spine. Inch's gun-waving was just a bluff, a show to keep the old man from thinking he could ever escape. The guards hauled the man back from the field. Previously, I had not gotten a good look at the old man, but now his face seemed eerily familiar. He was a patchwork of fresh and old wounds, a testament to the horrors he had endured here. His legs were impaled with the teeth of the traps, a gruesome souvenir from his failed escape. As they dragged him off, Inch followed. I could not help but ask Rebecca, "Why are they doing this to an old man?" She bit her lip, hesitating. "I'm not sure. Word is he was sent over by Kenneth to be kept under our boss's thumb. The boss was not keen on roughing him up at first, but the old guy kept trying to bolt, and it ticked the boss off. So, he decided to teach him a lesson. The old timer's tough as nails, though. No matter what's done to him, he's always looking for a chance to break free as soon as he can stan