Alana was almost scared to death, paralyzed on the ground, too frightened to move.

Abel casually grabbed a bottle of white wine from his side and “smack!” threw it in front of Alana.

The bottle exploded right in front of Alana’s face, sending icy cold alcohol and sharp glass fragments flying all over her face.

She screamed in pain under the duct tape.

She felt as if her face had been punctured by countless small cuts, and the wounds were throbbing with excruciating pain from the sting of the alcohol.

Abel, you are ruthless!

Tears welled up in Alana’s eyes.

Abel strode over and kicked Alana’s face with the tip of his leather shoe.

“Did you ever think this day would come when you schemed against me five years ago?” Abel sneered.

Alana couldn’t speak.

But Abel didn’t want to hear her excuses. This woman always had something slick to say, and he had no interest in listening.

“Umph, umph,” Alana could only bow her head and beg for mercy.

“Begging for mercy? Too late!” Abel sneered. “You schemed against me, my wife, and my children. You knew what was coming!”

her head

was ruthless, but she never thought it

didn’t they? You’re quite skilled, aren’t you?” Abel chuckled. “Who’s backing you up

head,

anything, she would only end up in an even worse

Abel furrowed

her head vigorously. “No,

settle Adam’s debt with him slowly, but as for you, we’ll end it today. It’s the

Abel’s eyes flashed with

ground like a

this Hellish Asura, Abel, going

eyes filled

the knife!” Abel spoke in

an old kitchen knife from the

was a worn-out kitchen

“N-no, no!” Alana cried.

had already leaked out from

bother with dealing

knife to cut the rope on

in Brookwater Village, I can’t

because of me. Even if I kill you

Alana, how could you

her eyes filled with despair and

won’t escape the punishment of the law.

knife and

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