Jack's gaze was cold. In the live broadcast of death, he did not believe in anyone's tears or anyone's repentance.
Jack did not speak. He carried the butcher's knife and walked coldly towards the four sobbing men. The tall figure pressed down on them, making them feel suffocated in their despair.
Jack snorted and stretched the butcher's knife over, pushing the only medical box away.
"If you win the punishment game, you'll get it."
The four of them were stunned. They were very weak now. If they didn't have the medical box, they wouldn't be able to treat their wounds.
Then they would have to wait for death!
You f*cking taught us how to operate, and now you're taking away the suturing tools!
For a moment, their minds went blank. Their bodies were bathed in blood, and they curled up on the ground, moaning in pain.
They could only place their last hope on winning the punishment game.
