Hank was about to rush out and drag Max back, but the group of three was already charging toward Max, brandishing sharp, dagger-like knives in their hands.
Knowing he couldn't pull him inside without the three also getting in, Hank gritted his teeth, clenched the handle of his knife and stepped out, wanting to fight them along with Max.
However…
Harman grabbed his hand, stopping him in place.
"What do you think you are doing?" Hank growled, really angry.
Did this old man want him to let Max die outside when they were responsible for bringing danger to him?
"Did you already forget what I told you a while ago? He can deal with the situation." Harman calmly said.
When they were just one street away from this place, he had noticed these three following them.
