Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 827:

These words echoed those once spoken by subject 001, a phrase from their shared past as test subjects. Now, he found himself passing that grim torch.

“See, these foes aren’t as fearsome as they seem.” He placed the dagger back in her grip, compelling her to confront the next assassin. “Finish him.”

Allison pretended to hesitate. “I… I can’t do this.”

“Ah, you’ll learn it’s possible,” he murmured, guiding her hand once more.

To an outsider, this might have looked like a tender moment between lovers, but they were encircled by vigilant assassins. Verruckt’s grin was tinged with madness. “Alice, you need to learn the art of killing.”noveldrama

Their bond was sealed not just in moments, but in shared bloodshed. He had come to realize the dark craving within him. It wasn’t merely about claiming Alice; he wanted to pull her down into the abyss alongside him.

“I can’t do it…” Despite her protest, Allison’s grip on the dagger tightened.

In a fluid motion, Verruckt directed her hand, thrusting the blade deep into the assailant’s abdomen. With her knowledge of human anatomy, Allison knew instantly that the blade had pierced the assassin’s lung. The assassin buckled under the pain, crumpling to the floor.

He groaned, finding himself unable to speak and struggling to breathe. It was evident that he wouldn’t survive after his lung was pierced.

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Verruckt let out a sigh of exasperation. “See, you did it.” He then knelt beside the dying man and quickly snapped his neck.

A sickening crack resounded through the chaos, sending a shiver of dread through the scene.

Allison’s gaze lingered on the way he snapped the assassin’s neck, a method both crude and efficient. In her hand, she held the blood-stained dagger.

She stood still for a moment, catching her breath, feeling like she was stepping onto a tightrope with a lunatic.

“The Immortality Group’s assassins aren’t so impressive after all,” Verruckt sneered.

He rose slowly, his movements unhurried but full of menace. He stepped over the mangled bodies littering the floor, his boots smearing blood across the room, and fixed his blazing eyes on the remaining assassins.

“Come at me, all of you. Let’s see how much fun you can give me.”

The wild fury in his gaze burned like a predator closing in on its prey, and the sight of blood only seemed to fuel his madness. With a reckless battle cry, the assassins charged.

Verruckt met them head-on, unleashing his full strength in a whirlwind of violence. What followed was nothing short of a massacre.

Gunfire rang out in deafening bursts, mingling with the sickening crack of bones breaking under his relentless blows.

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