"You-what are you trying to do?!"
While his companion was still foolishly demanding answers, Henderson had already slipped behind him and opened the door.
Unfortunately, Oswald's two tall, powerfully built bodyguards were standing guard outside.
The two bodyguards rarely left Penguin's side, and naturally, they had endured more than enough of the two Jewish consortium representatives' behavior today.
They had been wondering why their boss, who normally tolerated nothing of the sort, had allowed two little punks to prance around in front of him. Had inheriting the family business worn away his fighting spirit?
One look at their employer's cold smile and raised gun told them everything.
So the reckoning had only just arrived!
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Mr. Cobblepot still has something to say to you!"
One of them shoved Henderson hard back into the room, then slowly closed the door amid his terrified pleas for mercy.
Henderson tried to claw the door open, but the moment he slipped his fingers into the gap, the door slammed shut and crushed two of them off. He dropped to his knees, clutching his two severed fingers and writhing in pain.
Meanwhile, Oswald had already beaten his pleading companion to death with the butt of his gun. Blood flowed across the carpet and pooled at Henderson's feet.
"You dared lay hands on us-have you considered-considered the consequences?"
Seeing that begging was useless, Henderson actually tried threatening him. His irrational words reached the bodyguards outside and made the two grown men roar with laughter.
"How do you think Mr. Cobblepot will kill him?"
"I'm guessing a shot to the head. He did just say he'd let them take a bullet away with them."
"I think so too, but this guy's definitely going to die horribly!"
The two bodyguards had