The freed blonde man didn't choose to fight back, but threw himself to the ground, trying to cheat again, because he knew that he couldn't knock me down with three punches and two kicks, and the time was coming soon, and he couldn't let this duel turn into a draw again.

I couldn't let Sheebel get another stab, her body couldn't bear that much pain, and there couldn't be another scar on that flawless skin, and I had no choice but to fall to the ground before that guy, and they wanted to be the one who was more painful than Shibel, so after seeing my movements, his body suddenly bounced up, and a beautiful backflip stood up again.

As soon as the time came to land, he stood in place and looked at me with smug eyes, I lost this game, although it was deliberate, but I also had to lose a finger for it.

"Haha, great assassin, you also have times when you fall, willing to gamble and lose!" Frans laughed proudly, tossing for a long time just to see this scene.

"Heh, isn't it just a finger, you want it, I'll give it to you!" I snorted indifferently, as if it wasn't my finger that was chopped up.

"Worthy of an assassin, hard enough, ruthless enough, do you need help? I'd love to get my hands dirty! Frans stood up excitedly, looking nervous like a complete madman, perhaps insane because of the death of his son.

"Don't be that troublesome." With a wave of my hand, I bent down to pick up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and slashed it at the sole of my combat boot, effortlessly cutting through the sole of the high-density fiber material.

"This one is good, it's sharp." I picked up the dagger and held it in the palm of my hand, stretched out the little finger of my left hand and looked at it, then put it on my lips and kissed it, and I was about to cut off a finger, which was really a little reluctant.

"Cut, cut quickly, are you scared, I can't wait to see you in pain." Frans yelled impatiently.

"No, Feng, stop, you can't do that." Shibel screamed and rushed over to stop it, but was held back by several big men in black, at this time, she didn't care about any image, and yelled at Frans: "You listen to me, if the assassin cuts off his finger, I will swear to destroy your whole clan!" ”

"Be quiet and stinky watch, what a wonderful scene, no one is allowed to disturb it!" Frans suddenly turned his head and yelled at Shibbel, and the whole factory fell silent.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for, let me see your painful appearance, I love this scene so much." Frans took two steps forward and looked at me expectantly.

"As you wish!" I raised the little finger of my left hand expressionlessly, took the dagger in my right hand and put the blade on the second joint of the little finger, took a deep breath and closed my eyes, my right hand suddenly forced, brushed, the blade instantly cut off the little finger, and half of the finger flew out.

The severe pain instantly spread throughout the body, like an overelectric feeling, so that the muscles of my whole body twitched suddenly, blood dripping down my fingers, the smell of blood filled my nose, I looked at the severed finger, the neat and smooth wound, indicating the sharpness of the dagger, but also that the finger will not come back.

"Don't, assassin!" Shiebel covered her eyes and screamed, but she couldn't stop it, and my little finger was cut off after all.

"Who's next?" The pain made my voice tremble slightly, but the corners of my mouth were filled with a bloodthirsty sneer, which looked extremely hideous, the pain can destroy a warrior, and it can also anger a warrior, and the bloodier people like us, the more excited we are.

Blood ticked on the floor, no one spoke, no one stood up, I turned my head to look at Frans, "I'm sorry, if this is what you used to torture me, I'm afraid it will disappoint you." ”

"Hmph, don't worry, the game has just begun." Frans turned to sit back in his chair with a fierce glint in his eyes, as another of his men stepped forward.

My fingers are still dripping blood, and there is a sharp pain like an electric shock when I touch the wound, and I can't make a fist in my left hand, and the guy takes a fancy to this, and attacks my left hand with all his might, if I can kill him with one punch in normal times, but now I am being stabbed in the arm, coupled with a broken finger, my physical strength is also declining rapidly, and my speed and strength are losing rapidly, and I feel difficult to deal with this kind of goods.

It was a four-minute fight, during which he punched him in the arm and bled again, but in the end I was able to force it to a draw.

By the time I got to the eighth game, I had a blue nose and swollen face, my whole body was injured, my eyes, the bridge of my nose, and the corners of my mouth were all cracked, my clothes were torn, my face was covered with blood, the floor under my feet was full of blood, and double vision gradually appeared in front of my eyes, I was top-heavy, and I couldn't even stand steadily, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, and my physical strength could still support it, but the blood was about to dry up.

Frans sat on the side and clapped his hands incessantly, he jumped up with excitement with every punch I struck, the pleasure of abusing me made him get carried away with excitement, hatred is such a terrible thing, it can make people's hearts blacken, become cruel, cold.

The other two are masters, I turned my head to look at Shiebel who was sitting on the ground crying bitterly, and showed an apologetic smile, I will fight to the end as best I can, but I really can't guarantee that I will still be alive.

She kept muttering my name in her mouth, and even thought of suicide to stop the battle, but Frans could not let her succeed, the four big men in black stared at her, and there was no chance of suicide at all.

The ninth opponent finally stepped forward, and I took a deep breath and hooked my fingers at him with my scarlet eyes, and the defiant movements instantly enraged him, and a stormy fist roared and slammed into me with the sound of the wind.

At this point, I basically didn't feel the pain anymore, my fists smashed into my body like a hammer, I kept retreating, I couldn't find a chance to fight back, I could only let the rain of fists bombard my body.

I don't know how many punches I was punched, and finally he kicked me hard in the calf, and I couldn't stand still and fell to the ground with a thud, followed by a wild kick, and the hard leather shoes kicked over the skin, and I desperately protected my head, the back of my hands, and left several cracked wounds on my forehead.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, kill us." Shiebel actually pleaded out loudly, if these injuries were on her, I was afraid that I would not even frown, but if they hit me, I couldn't stand it.

In the last minute, the guy finally stopped, his hands on his waist and panting, and I fell to the ground dripping with blood, my muscles twitching and dying, as if even moving was a luxury.

"Hehe, this game is really getting more and more interesting, which finger is better to cut him off this time." Frans pinched his chin and considered which finger to chop me, while my opponent had already turned and prepared to go down, and he felt that no one could stand up after such a blow, and there was no suspense in this matchup.

However, I am a soldier who crawls out of the pile of the dead, a warrior who wanders on the edge of hell, and only death is the end, and there is still a breath to live, and the battle does not stop.

(End of chapter)