Chapter 112 - 89: Murder and Devastation (4000 words, asking for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets)
Qin Chu had no intention of stopping Benson; to him, Benson was no more than a maggot that could be squished at any moment.
If it weren’t for wanting to devour the rapidly-recovering Fighting Energy beneath the "Pseudo Absolute Defense," if it weren’t for wanting Benson to taste the most intense pain and despair, he would have killed Benson long ago.
Such a toy would be a pity not to play with.
Cats play with mice because cats have absolute overwhelming strength over mice.
Villains die from talking too much, and that’s simply because they aren’t strong enough and their preparations aren’t sufficient.
Listening to Benson’s roar, Qin Chu’s smile grew ever more radiant.
Having shouted his speech, Benson seemed to lose all his strength, gasping for breath, ignoring the blood flowing from his belly, lightheaded from the excessive blood loss and seemingly not caring how close to death he was—as long as he could protect Rose Vesper, that was enough.
He looked at Qin Chu with a triumphant gaze, certain that this Hero was doomed, confident his comrades would never let Qin Chu get away with it.
But to Benson’s surprise, there was no trace of fear on Qin Chu’s face, only mockery.
The message had already been sent out, and he could still smile?
Seconds passed, and Benson’s smug expression gradually stiffened. He heard no response from Rose Vesper.