The long knife fell and severed the right arm of the blood-clad figure.
In the shrill screams of the girl, the boy in the deep red suit laughed more wildly and frenziedly.
"Lin Hanshu, do you now feel the injustice of destiny?"
He pressed the sole of his right shoe against the back of the girl's head, "You get joy from just becoming a dog of the Golden Sparrow, and that truly makes me laugh. With no strength, no power, who can you protect being a dog of a noble clan?"
Crack— The pressure of the right foot increased, and as the girl frantically struggled, her head was forced further down into the pit, shattering.
"Look, you can't even cure your daughter's disability, let alone protect her life."
The boy leisurely twirled a blood-red mask with his fingers, speaking indifferently to the middle-aged man at a distance.
From the tone, it seemed they were acquaintances.
