"Ah!"
Simon Davies cried out in agony from the severe pain in his thigh.
It was only then that he realized that everything in front of him was real. He was not dreaming...
"Simon Davies!"
Watching Simon Davies' reaction, Wyatt Barnes perfectly knew what he was thinking. A cold smirk appeared on his face, "Now, tell me, what should I do with you? Should I let you watch as the flesh on your body is peeled off piece by piece, suffering worse than death... or should I briskly end it all for you?"
The next instant, Simon Davies' action caused Wyatt to fall silent.
Thud!
To Wyatt's astonishment, Simon Davies fell to his knees, pleading, not minding the blood oozing from his forehead. "Wyatt Barnes, I beg you, please, let me go. I don't want to die, I really don't!"
As death drew near, Simon Davies forgot everything, even his dignity.
"Spare you?"
Wyatt laughed coldly, "Spare you, so you can go back to the Davies Clan for retaliation?"
