"All right, stop thinking about that." Wangcai pointed at Miller, who was pinned to the wall. "What are you going to do with this bastard? I deliberately didn't kill him in one blow so you could vent your anger on him."
Talos followed his finger. Miller was still pinned firmly to the wall by the purple-gold Lightning Spear. Its paralyzing power left him unable to move, his eyes barely half-open.
But he was conscious, and he could hear every word they said. His narrow eyes stared fixedly at Talos and Wangcai, filled with fear, venomous hatred, and a hint of madness that refused to accept reality.
Talos fell silent for a while. Every beating and humiliation he had endured in this dungeon over the past three years was etched into his mind. Miller's crazed face, the tightening iron chains, those nights when he had been forcibly roused from the brink of unconsciousness only to be tortured again. He hated this man, hated him enough to want to tear him to pieces.
But looking at Miller pinned to the wall like a pathetic wretch, he suddenly felt there was little point.
"Forget it." Talos looked away. "I'm not trash like him who only knows how to play dirty. Just kill him."
Although Talos hated and raged at the torture Miller had inflicted on him over the years, torturing someone to death was not his style.
He had fought plenty of battles and killed plenty of people, but he had never made a habit of torturing prisoners.
Killing was killing. There was no need for all those tricks.
Just kill him and be done with it.
"You big lug. You're just too good-natured." Wangcai shook his head. "Fine. Since you can't bring yourself to do it, leave it to me. Don't worry