Charli's hand, holding the remote control, trembled violently, his face full of anger.
"Damn, both of you deserve to die... I won't let you go, I won't!" Raising the remote control in his hand, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, "Today, I'll have you buried with my children!"
As he spoke, he fiercely pressed down with his left hand that was hovering over the remote control.
At this moment, he was already in a state of extreme anger, which scattered his reason and made him lose vigilance.
He didn't notice that, while Phoebe was talking to him, Lucas Walker had quietly moved two steps closer without leaving a trace.
Initially, Lucas Walker was only three or four meters away from Charli; after those two steps, he was less than two meters away.
With a sudden stop on the ground, Lucas Walker leaped forward.
His tall figure, like a nimble leopard, pounced, grabbing Charli's right hand, and with a flash of cold light, Charli's left thumb was directly sliced off.
