When the bodyguard heard the word 'hostages', his pupils dilated, revealing his thoughts.

For a veteran martial artist like Madfist, that could well be an admission.

He was now clearly stubbornly refusing to speak, and the panic on his face was from fear of reprisals.

Hence, Madfist eased his grip around his neck and gently coaxed, "You know about the hostages and where they are, but you can't talk. After all, you'd be made to suffer if you betray Droitner Inc., right?"

The bodyguard gulped and nodded slightly, even as Madfist still held his neck.

"But have you thought about it this way...?"

Madfist grinned. "That you'd suffer anyway if you don't talk?"

"Huh?!"

at Madfist's threat, even as Madfist held up two fingers right in front of

leave anyone flinching. "I will first gouge out your eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After that, I will pry off your fingers, one by one..." The bodyguard

dead colleague just next to them, he would not be

"Naturally..."

honest, I'll just knock you out without killing you. That way, you don't

saw the secret mechanisms under the desk, which

the bodyguard looked at him, desperate to survive, he

Crunch!

another neck

"Argh!"

the distance, Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer

sanity almost crumbled-never could he have expected that the first day on the job meant running straight into a

his body repeatedly to flee, his legs had gone totally limp, and

he got to his feet. "Kid, I'll spare your life, seeing that you've led me here-but don't stay as Droitner Inc.'s lapdog from now

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255