Wolf continued to hit the man until he could no longer speak, and not only that, he couldn't even get himself up from the ground. Each strike came down with intent, not rushed, not wild, but measured, like he was making sure every single hit landed where it was meant to. The man was still breathing, which was exactly what Wolf wanted, but his face was heavily bruised, swollen to the point where it was hard to tell what he had looked like before. One eye was completely shut, the other barely open, and blood dripped down onto the floor beneath him.
This was what Wolf wanted.
Surely the story would be passed on now to all the other employees. People talked, especially when something like this happened. On top of that, they could see the real damage of what happened when someone decided to push things too far. This wasn't some rumor or warning whispered behind closed doors. This was visible, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.
