SURPRISE FOR EDGAR

"Sir...," Bhima called firmly, but there was still a moan.

After almost two days of travelling, Bhima finally returned. Two days ago, he decided to catch Fritz's henchmen at the airport. Unfortunately, he didn't expect it to turn out like this. His hand was broken. Blood was coming out of his forehead. And he almost lost his life.

Desmond, who saw that his assistant was severely injured, was shocked. His eyes bulged. He saw Bhima's condition from toe to hair. The last time Bhima looked dishevelled like this was during a fight with a bully at school. That was when Bhima was still a child and unfamiliar with martial arts. At that time, Bhima was severely beaten up because he was fighting seventeen people while he was alone.

"Why did you get like this?" asked Desmond.

"Sir, don't worry. I'm fine. All the members have also returned."

Desmond checked Bhima's wounds. Bhima winced when Desmond's hand touched the wound on his head.

Desmond lowered his hand. "Who are you fighting, Bhim?" he as