"Ha ha ha ha, you're angry? I hit a sore spot, didn't I?"
Hugh burst into manic laughter, utterly disregarding the fact that his limbs had already been crushed beneath the overwhelming pressure. He struggled to raise his head.
"Come on, tell me—just how did you go mad? Tell me. Let's share our conditions with each other, ha ha ha..."
With a thought from Taowu, a portion of the dark matter began to flow rapidly and clamped tightly over Hugh's mouth.
Yet Hugh's eyes remained filled with mockery.
Under Taowu's fury, the dark matter swiftly condensed into sharp instruments. They hovered before Hugh's eyes before stabbing into them.
The crazed laughter came to an abrupt halt, instantly turning into heart-wrenching screams.
But it only lasted a brief moment.
Very soon, Hugh Bettman's laughter rang out again, though it had become somewhat weak and breathless.
"You can kill me if you want. Kill me!"
"You won't kill me because I'm useful, heh heh heh... Because I'm useful to you, you have to endure a madman's taunts and suppress the rage in your heart..."
"So what if you're powerful? In the end, don't you still have to obediently cooperate with me? Hahaha..."
Amid the hysterical laughter, Taowu gradually calmed down.
His nerves, muddled by fury, twitched faintly. He could feel his thoughts slowing, no longer clear.
Instinctively, he controlled the sharp spike floating above the blond youth's forehead, turned its point, and aimed it at his own abdomen.
Squelch.
The sharp spike easily pierced Taowu's body, leaving a hole straight through him.
The pain instantly scattered his rage.
His fear of death brought clarity back to his muddled consciousness.
Though no gaze had descended upon him, Taowu felt that he had regained his reason and his ability to think normally.
He looked