Another finger came off the man and he tried to cry in pain. However, Alex's blood kept his mouth shut by crushing his throat with it.
Alex had the thought of collecting his blood for himself, but after seeing the blood that flowed out of the man, he decided not to.
It had a tinge of green in it after all.
"Tsk, what the hell did you actually do to have such blood? Not to mention your face is so ruined too," Alex said.
The man didn't speak at all, so Alex cut off another one of his fingers. "Do you like pain?" he asked. "Is that why you are remaining silent? Why don't you just answer me so we can be done with this?"
"You won't have an easy death!" the man finally spoke through his spiritual sense.
"Is that what you want to say to me right now?" Alex asked, cutting off another finger. "Just answer the damn question."
"Hehe, you want an answer?" the man asked. "Here is your answer. I was here to kill you because I was s— se—"
