Chapter 143

Looking down at the ground, Noah saw a severed arm lying there. Blood was oozing from the raw end, and the hand was still gripping the gun tightly. A sharp and excruciating pain hit him just then. The electrifying pain almost caused him to faint, and only now did he realize his arm was gone. Only half a stump remained, and blood was gushing out like an open faucet. Matthew raised the knife to his neck and asked, "What organization are you from? Why do you want Medieval Medicine? Who are you?" Noah was trembling in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Y-You're in big trouble! Don't think you're so tough. You won't leave this room alive." With a swish, Matthew swung the knife in his hand, and one of Noah's ears fell off. He let out a piercing scream. His only arm was clutching his severed limb and unable to cover his ear. "I'll talk! My name is Noah Sullivan. I can't bear the pain anymore. Please don't hurt me again!" Matthew uttered col