Zelda Swallow fired another shot, his marksmanship unbelievably precise. The bullet pierced through Trenton Smith's palm.
He was hitting him like he was beating a dead dog.
Not showing any mercy in the slightest.
Norris Moore thought Zelda Swallow's beating earlier had been his limit, but the worst was yet to come. If he dared to intervene, his legs and hands might be ruined.
Norris felt a bit weak in the legs.
She indeed hated Trenton Smith, sometimes wishing him dead, but seeing him covered in bloody wounds and on the brink of death, she couldn't help but feel a chill.
It was a feeling she hadn't experienced since hearing about his death five years ago.
She never managed to remain indifferent to him in the end.
"Uncle Swallow, do you have something to tell me?" She said tremblingly, cautiously breaking the silence. "Do you have something to say to me?"
"Norris..." Trenton's voice came to her in a low whisper, and she turned her head to look at him.
