Walter King only hesitated for a moment before he closed his eyes and hacked viciously at his own left wrist, forcing Keira Leaf to develop a newfound recognition of Joshua Sulliven's power!
"Ah!" Screams emerged from outside the private booth, with many people turning pale from fright and retreating several steps.
Keira Leaf kept her head to the side, leaning against the wall, without looking at his pitiful state.
Walter King's arm hadn't completely separated; the bones and flesh were still partially connected, but even so, it was horrendously shocking, enough to make someone feel the gut-wrenching agony.
"Get out," Joshua said with a cold, indifferent voice.
Covering his nearly severed arm, Walter King's face was ashen as he limped out of the private booth. The once high-spirited Tyrant King had only come face-to-face with Joshua and was now in complete distress.
"The door," Joshua said impatiently.
