Chapter 125 Seeking Death

Holding the knife in my hand, I looked at Lucas, increasingly realizing that his psychopathy had reached an extreme. Since when did watching someone kill become his hobby? "Why? Don't have the nerve? Or can't bear to do it?" He squinted at me, then shifted his gaze to the young man, seemingly struck with another idea. He suddenly ordered the person next to him, "Cover his face, so our Yvette doesn’t feel reluctant." The young man was already terrified. He probably came here just for money, never imagining that he would lose his life. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lucas no longer allowed it. Two men quickly put a hood over the young man’s head and tied his hands. Seeing this, Lucas looked at me, satisfied, and said, "How about now? With this, you won't be too soft-hearted, right?" Looking at him, I was at a loss for words to describe his twisted nature. At that moment, the person I most wanted to kill was still him. Clutching the knife tightly, I suddenly lunged at his chest.