Chapter 1025: Don’t push your luck.
Patricia had forgotten what movie it was, but she remembered a line from a film she had watched a long time ago. It said that standing before death’s door was a place of realization, regret, and clarity—a place of self-reflection.
There, a person would watch their life play before them. Some found peace in it; others found regret. But Patricia? She found anger she had never felt before — hatred that no one else could probably ever hold in their lifetime.
"I... kill you," she breathed out through gritted teeth, every breath feeling like stabbing pain in her lungs. Yet, she didn’t stop as she slowly gazed up at the people towering over her beaten body.
A short cough escaped her, her teeth smeared with blood, and her body could barely move from the pain it had inflicted. Yet, her eyes shone with greater malevolence than ever. Getting beaten to a pulp seemed like something that could break anyone’s spirit, but it seemed that for Patricia, getting beaten only made her spirit stronger... or perhaps, this was nothing but a struggle—the last act of bravery before her impending doom.
Either way, it didn’t matter to her.
She was furious to the point where her chest swelled with nothing but wishful thinking about their demise.
"With every breath I take, I curse you and your family to rot in the same trash you three came from," she muttered under her breath, laughing at their faces. "You three are going to have a more painful death than death itself, and you will never wish to live again after that."
The three strangers gazed down at her, scoffing in ridicule.
"What the hell is she talking about?" one of them laughed. "Does she think she’s some kind of ancient witch saying her last words?"
"Pfft — goodness. Did you hit her head or something?"