"Glug..."
Truman Ridge's throat moved, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
It was due to both the pain of his severed hand and the fear in his heart.
His peripheral vision caught a member of the Ridge family sneaking away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But it would still take some time before the Elders Victor arrived here.
In that time, he had to stall Julius Reed.
Facing the man who had once been his benefactor, Truman Ridge felt nothing but hatred!
He knew without thinking that his hand was beyond repair; it couldn't be reattached.
Having witnessed Julius Reed kill without blinking an eye, he now focused only on surviving and then seeking revenge!
"Ten seconds left."
Julius Reed turned around, looking at the panic-stricken members of the Ridge family at the doorway.
They wanted to run, but they felt an invisible restraint tugging at them.
It forced them to stand their ground, unable to move.
