Without waiting for Henry to catch his breath for a minute, Michael came back with another flying kick.
Henry was kicked to the ground crookedly, his body sliding on the ground for several metres until he hit the corner of the wall.
With a dull thud, he almost heard the clicking sound of his bones breaking.
In pain, he curled into a ball in the dusty dark room, grimacing and wiping blood from the corners of his mouth.
"Michael?"
Henry's eyes widened in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.
"You ... you're not out?"
After Michael kicked him off, he noticed Nancy, who was unconscious and unclothed on the floor, and his pupils tightened as he rushed over to see her.
Looking at the pinch marks and bruises on her body, Michael's eyes that wanted to kill turned to Henry, his tone morose.
"You want to die I'll let you."
