His heartbeat pounded hard. The longer Shaan hesitated, the closer Theo edged toward death. He quickly turned his gaze around, scanning the area, and his eyes instantly locked onto a wooden beam lying among a pile of crates a few meters away.
"That's it. Maybe I can use that."
"Shaan, why are you just standing there?" Dr. Marshal frowned. "Get away from there, now!"
Shaan jumped to his feet and sprinted toward the crates. He grabbed the wooden beam from the floor without hesitation as quickly as possible. Without wasting a second, he swung it with all his strength straight at the muscular man's head. The beam snapped in half from the impact.
"No way...." Shaan tossed aside the remaining piece of wood when he saw that the man didn't collapse like he had hoped. "Looks like that plan didn't work as—"
