Chapter 76: Home alone - 7
Theron’s POV
I ran towards him and punched him in the face. But even after that, the man was still standing like nothing had happened. Seeing that, I started laughing loudly.
"Hey, are you really lost? Why the f*** are you laughing?"
"What did you do to Silas? Who told you to do that? Tell me, and I might spare you."
He scoffed. "Do you think I’ll tell you that easily? Even if you kill me, I won’t say the name of the person who sent me."
I guess he’s playing hard to get. He said he wouldn’t talk even if I killed him. Well, let’s see if he changes his mind after a little persuasion.
And I’m sure he will. He’ll spill everything, just not right now—maybe in ten or fifteen minutes.
Just then, the man rushed at me, trying to punch me. I dodged, but suddenly, he stabbed a small knife into my stomach. As I felt the blade, my eyes locked onto him in a deadly glare. He immediately stepped back. I touched the wound, feeling the warm trickle of blood.
"Hahaha... Now, this is getting interesting."
I wasn’t going to show any mercy. I grabbed him by the throat, threw him against the wall, and then slammed him onto the floor, kicking him in the face. I didn’t want to kill him yet—I needed to know who was really behind this.
After ten minutes, the man was lying on the ground, covered in blood. He was still breathing, but barely. His half-open eyes stared at nothing.