Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes displaying the calm before the storm, "Call Wyatt Lewis over."
Wyatt Lewis hadn't left the hospital and had been staying with Aria Richardson and Luke the whole time. Soon, Wyatt arrived.
"Brother," Wyatt's voice was low and somber, his usually flippant face devoid of any frivolity.
"Stay with her, and make sure she doesn't come to harm."
"Brother, where are you going?"
"Something's come up."
Waylon Lewis left coldly after dropping those words.
Wyatt only felt that at this moment, the rage emanating from his brother could incinerate everything.
A man with a scar had died, and another bald man had been arrested.
Waylon Lewis had ordered that the bald man was not to die.
The bald man was hung from a post, his body without a single piece of intact flesh, blood pooling on the ground.