The Runaway Groom

Chapter 342

There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.

None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.

Quincy therefore had to act calm. “We’re in a police station.”

Stan chuckled. “We know that, so we won’t do anything stupid. That said, I’m quite close with that officer just now, so he’s willing to give us some space.”

Quinc’ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.

Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade-it was not particularly huge, but very sharp.

“I can do it, sir,” Stan said, walking up to him.

Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy’s face.

He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy’s skin.

Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.

butcher’s table, and it was even

death.

death was easy-one would not know it

hand, spiritual torment certainly left one wishing they

pushed me into that pond during my own parents’ funeral.” As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade from Quincy’s

gently pressed it, and the blade cut through Quincy’s

bleed much since he avoided any arteries-but

medical books, which

vulnerable spot especially given the jugular, there was a spot one could reach. there, free from blood vessels but rife with nerves, making it exceedingly

pale. Her pupils dilated even as she felt death loomed, but her

had been standing aside, appeared worried that Isaac would get

at him, his

but she’s not worth getting your

suddenly plunged the switchblade into Quincy’s shoulder even before he

out, he gave Stan a look.

miserably, her facial features

could not help

his disgust and knowledge that Quincy deserved it, he pretended to look sympathetic. Picking up the white bottle, he said, “Oh, poor you. Don’t