He said it fiercely as he kicked the clone's waist again.
There was the sound of bones breaking.
The clone was sent flying once again and smashed into the ice-cold wall.
The clone spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
The clone had been kicked twice by John mercilessly. Her internal injuries were severe, and countless bones in his body had been broken. His entire body was in extreme pain.
However, none of this could compare to what she felt in her heart.
The clone looked at John, who was walking toward her with a vicious aura. She shook her head desperately. "I didn't! John, I didn't kill anyone."
"I came back after I went to Crafield to see you. I didn't go anywhere..."
John did not believe her.
He kicked the clone fiercely again.
His pitch-black eyes were filled with murder. He looked coldly at the clone, who was covered in blood, and said, "If it wasn't for you, who else would have pretended to be Kathy?"
