Henry was clearly the one making threats, yet at that moment, Qin Wei's deep, resonant voice seemed to have him by the throat.
"Yes, exactly. Think it over carefully. Theft, robbery, and murder are completely different things. Standing at a crossroads, you've already taken the wrong path twice. Don't miss your last chance."
Under Qin Wei's "patient guidance," Henry nearly lowered his knife.
But the other man's last words reminded him-you've already taken the wrong path twice.
If he followed his heart again this time, what if he was wrong again?
On second thought, Gotham was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Softheartedness and regret would cost him his life. Rather than hope the other man would spare him, he would be better off keeping control in his own hands.
At that thought, Henry stopped hesitating.
"Heh heh heh, that's right, yes. If your woman doesn't do as she's told, I'll definitely kill-" Before he could finish, a steel clamp seized his wrist.
No, that wasn't a steel clamp. It was merely an elderly man's hand. But why did some old man have such a powerful grip?
Amid his broken screams, Henry felt as though his wrist bones would shatter at any moment.
"It's unfortunate that you chose the wrong path, but I'll still leave you a chance-if you can ever stand again for the rest of your life."
With a cold sneer, Qin Wei twisted Henry's wrist a hundred and eighty degrees.
Crack!
Aaaah!!!!!
The commotion was rather loud. First came a gunshot, followed by a clattering fight, and finally, gradually fading wails brought the farce to a close.
The passengers on the platform had all fled in fright. Only the few gang youths from earlier still leaned against the wall, smoking.
*Why isn't it over