Shadow Assassin Set

"So, let's continue our game... Pick one of those options from earlier."

Fujino continued to affectionately stroke the dog's head and even thoughtfully offered his own suggestion. "Personally, I'd recommend 1000 minus 7. That one's more fun."

The Bomb Maker: "..."

As if I even have a choice?!

Kidney harvesting, death by a thousand cuts, and then execution by firing squad.

How could that 1000 minus 7 thing possibly be any better?!

Realizing that the other side wanted to torture him to death, the Bomb Maker simply stopped lowering himself.

He suddenly stood up, just about to fight back.

But Xiao Hei kicked him to the ground. "There's a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it. You insist on making me play rough. I'll lay it all out today—you'll play whether you want to or not!"

"Help!"

The Bomb Maker scrambled toward the warehouse doors.

"Hehehe!"

Fujino grabbed him by the collar, pulled out a Wooden Sword, and smashed it down hard. "Go ahead and scream. Scream your throat raw, and no one will come save you!"

"Now the game begins! What is 1000 minus 7?"

"Yamete!"

Wails echoed from the abandoned warehouse on Tokyo's outskirts.

The sounds seemed to come from hell itself, chilling to the bone.

Only when they finally turned hoarse did they cease.

Crack!

Fujino crouched before the Bomb Maker, then snapped one of his fingers, sighing regretfully. "No reaction anymore..."

The Bomb Maker lay on the ground, tightly bound with red rope. Blood dripped from the wounds on his body, while all ten of his fingers twisted in different directions.

Friends who often harvest kidneys should be very familiar with this scene.

At a glance, it was obvious that continuous, excessive pain over a short period had caused neural paralysis.

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