"Now tell me, what are you?"
Kruger's hold only tightened, his gaze curious, as if wondering whether Thanh Van would die if he snapped this pretty neck of his or if this little vixen would survive that, too.
The poor beauty had turned purplish blue when his petal lips finally moved, but no sound could be heard aside from a gurgle.
Kruger's eyes blazed as he slightly loosened his hold, but Thanh Van's voice was merely a rasp in his throat.
It appeared he had exerted too much strength.
Kruger pulled the poor beauty over like a ragdoll, turning his face to hear the little vixen better.
Maybe he had been too harsh on him-
"ARGHHHH!"
Kruger let out a hellish scream as he shot up from his chair, blood spraying from his face, roaring in pain.
He frantically held onto the gaping, blood-filled hole where his right ear was just a moment ago. Blood trickled between his fingers, painting over his knuckles in lines of crimson.
