Zane
"You fucking bastard, just die already!" I shouted, grabbing the man's head because I wanted to smash it into the ground.
I truly wanted to end him, but just as I was about to slam his face, he punched me hard in the stomach. The impact was so strong it felt like all my limbs had snapped.
"Ugh—" Blood spilled from my mouth. Even with that injury, he still managed to throw me off him, and I crashed onto the ground.
Clutching my stomach, I forced myself to sit up again. He was already standing in front of me.
How is he even standing now? After taking that much damage? I couldn't believe it. His face wasn't bleeding anymore. The swelling around his eye was gone too.
Is he even human? How can someone still move like this after such serious injuries?
He cracked his neck, and the way he did it made me feel like he was about to snap it clean off his body.
"You're gonna die here today," he growled. "We already accepted the offer to kill you."
