In the factory, the gunshots stopped.

Only Kendrick's men and Mark's men were at a standoff. They had run out of ammo, so no one dared to do anything reckless.

Leonard was lying on the ground, badly injured. Mark was also covered in blood, standing by the side.

He had one hand on his wound. Blood constantly seeped between his fingers. Gwen's stab into his abdomen was quite deep.

After a battle, his wound was bleeding quite a lot. More than half of his shirt was drenched.

If it hadn't been for his strong determination, he would have long passed out.

Mark took a cold glance at Leonard before looking at Kendrick upstairs. "Do you now see clearly who you should make a deal with?"

Kendrick sneered. "Does it even matter if I make a deal with you? You still have something up your sleeves. Why is that bastard, Cory Sloan, not here yet?"

As if right on cue, the sounds of cars stopping rang out from outside the factory once more.

Mark let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. His backu