"A thousand cuts, Nelson, how does the taste of death by a thousand cuts feel?"
Looking at Nelson, now reduced to a skeleton, Lu Tianxing slowly dissipated the True Energy dagger in his hand, reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it, taking a deep drag.
"Please... please... kill... me."
Nelson uttered in an extremely weak voice.
At this moment, Nelson truly wanted to die, desperately wanted to die.
"Kill you?"
Lu Tianxing coldly looked at Nelson: "Nelson, I told you, I would make you wish you were dead. I want you to watch your life slowly slip away, watch yourself slowly die. This is the consequence of laying a hand on my woman."
"Please... I beg you, kill... me, please, kill... me."
Nelson's tone was full of pleading, devoid of his previous arrogance.
