Though my vision blurred from the blood, I could still make out Liam smugly pulling Celine into his arms.
His hand, adorned with a matching couple’s ring, moved freely on her waist. “Celine, you’re so considerate, knowing I can’t stand the sight of blood...”
Two water pipes were suddenly shoved into my nostrils, and ice-cold water mixed with chili powder flooded into me.
I writhed like a dehydrated fish, the pain in my abdomen intensifying as the high-pressure gun reopened my not-yet-healed wounds. Warm liquid surged out, pooling in a small patch of blood beneath me on the iron chair.
“What’s wrong with him? It looks like he’s bleeding heavily!”
Someone shouted in panic.
Liam, seeing the blood, wore an expression of limitless satisfaction.
But the next second, after a couple of unsteady steps, he collapsed onto the floor beside me.
In the midst of the commotion, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my ankle. “Kristian, good luck! Hope you live to see the sun tomorrow.”
Anger surged through me as I kicked out with all my strength, forcing his hand off my ankle.
He let out a painful cry, his eyes closed as he passed out.
Celine rushed over and held him tightly, then turned to me, roaring:
“Bastard! How dare you kick my Liam? You want to die?!”
“I’ll add another five million! Anyone here can come up and play with him, just don’t kill him!”
My vision began to darken. In a panic, the host quickly ordered, “Untie him! If he dies, how are we going to keep playing with Ms. Alba's money?”
As the ropes loosened, I mustered all the strength I had left and lunged at Celine.
My deformed fingers dragged across the blood-soaked ground, barely managing to scratch out the first stroke of “Kris.” The pain from my severed fingers made me tremble uncontrollably.
Someone asked in confusion,
“What’s this lunatic doing?”
Celine paused in her tracks, her eyes falling to the ground.
When the incomplete “Kris” came into view, her pupils dilated in shock.
“Kris?”
I nodded desperately, tears of blood mixing with the name as they fell onto it.
Seeing my pitiful state, Celine’s chest tightened in pain, and even her throat felt constricted, as though it were filled with wet cotton. But as Liam moaned in discomfort in her arms, without a second thought, Celine stomped hard on my fingers.
“Do you even deserve to write my husband’s name?”