Chapter 117

The leader of the group, Scarface, could not believe how skilled Sage was when it came to knives. The gaping wound on his chest hurt madly, and his face twisted in pain. He could no longer hide his pain

Scarface spat on the ground and bellowed “You b*tch, I’m going to kill you!”

As he was spittang out his threat, Sage grabbed his wrist and gave it a forceful twist. The veins and muscles tore, and he shrieked i n pain, falling to the ground

Sage coldly asked him in a low voice, “Who sent you here?”

‘What the

“Sage punched him to the ground. Mud filled his mouth as he cursed. Sage caught his arms and jerked them back.”

The cry scared all the birds in the woods, and in a flurry of rustling and movement, they took off.

lay at a weird angle. They looked as if they were broken. He was sweating buckets,

unfazed, said “I’m going to ask you one more time. Who

her dagger, looking as if she was about to carve another scar into his face. Scarface completely lost it at this point. He

with, “Oh,

do you know who

are the eldest child in

that you know,” Sage said. “At least

standing a few feet away from her. She glanced at him and said,

handed over his

 

as if he

wounded, do you think you are able to defeat me now? Get

their wounds, and the thought of dying from blood

is scarier than Satan

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