Chapter 242

Richard raised his hand, cracking his fingers with a series of sharp pops. The sound was excruciating for the survivor. "Do you know why I don't kill people myself?" The survivor, already paralyzed with fear, could barely comprehend what was happening. Was Richard insane? "Because I am a merciful and compassionate man of God!" As soon as he finished speaking, the survivor, terrified out of his mind, lost control and wet himself. His urine stained his pants, but he still dared not move. Richard gently placed his hand on the survivor's head. "You should feel honored. Since you're dying at my hands, when you meet the Grim Reaper, he'll look upon you respectfully!" Then, he lightly covered the survivor's face, speaking softly, "Close your eyes. It'll all be over soon. The pain will end quickly." Just as the survivor tried to speak, Richard's fist slammed into his chest. The impact caused the survivor to spit blood immediately. Richard gave another punch, this time hitting a diff