"Alright. You said so!"
The fatty nodded his head. He clenched his teeth and raised the sword in his hand. " Hold on for a while longer, my wife," he told Autumn, who was on the ground. "I have painkillers and medicine that stops bleeding here. You'll be fine. Just grit your teeth and get through it!"
"Ah. I'm scared!"
Autumn was so frightened that she was on the verge of tears. She looked at Fane. "I was wrong,” she said. "Please, let us go. I'll give you one billion bucks. How about that? One whole billion!"
"Heh. Did you really think I would care about one billion?"
Fane chuckled, his eyes full of disdain.
"Ah!"
The rotund man swung his sword, slicing the woman’s arm. Blood sprayed the moment the blade's lethal edge came in contact with skin, and the arm fell off.
"I have medicine here!”
After he cut his own wife's arm, the fatty threw his sword to the side and gave her painkillers and medicine to stop the bleeding.
"Ah!"
Even so, the woman was still in so much agony that all color leached from her face. Cold sweat beaded across her forehead, and she looked like she was about to faint a t any time.
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