Bentham's feet slipped. He lost his balance and fell forward. Bentham's eyes narrowed, and his head went straight for the broken coffee table. The corner of the coffee table had just been kicked to pieces by Marcellus. The sharp glass was like a sharp steel knife waiting for him.
"F*ck!"
Bentham's face was filled with despair.
Puchi!
The sharp glass pierced directly into Bentham's left eye. Blood splattered out, and the eyeball of his left eye was squeezed out. Blood was dripping at the corner of his eye.
"F*ck."
Bentham opened his mouth, and a stream of thick blood flowed out. His body moved slightly, and then a stream of turbid urine flowed out of his pants.
No one had expected it!
Bentham had died just like that.
Marcellus and the others were completely dumbfounded.
The audience members in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.
"He died just like that?"
