Chapter 125


    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 be 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.


    However, I had overestimated my ability. His reaction was extremely fast, or more urately, he had


    always been on guard against me. When I lunged at him, he easily dodged.


    Despite knowing I probably could not kill him, the intense desire to see him dead made me throw the


    knife at him after he dodged. He probably did not expect me to be so desperate, so he was unable to


    avoid it in time, and his arm was cut


    Unfortunately, it was just a minor wound.


    Without a weapon, I was no different from a useless thing and was quickly restrained by Lucas’s men.


    He did not speak, just looked down at the scratch on his arm. It was a light wound that was bleeding a


    little. He pressed his fingertip against it, squeezing out some blood, and tasted it.


    After a while, he looked up at me with a hint of mockery on his expressionless face, “Are you


    disappointed? You still couldn’t kill me.”


    He burst intoughter, the residual blood on his l*ps making his smile all the more manic.


    “Yvette, you say you didn’t want to leave me behind, and now you want to kill me. You really deserve to


    die!” He suddenly grabbed my hair and dragged me, smashing me against the wall.


    “Hss!” The huge impact made my entire b*dy spasm in pain. Before I could recover, he pulled me up


    again. I thought he would torture me again to vent his anger.


    Unexpectedly, he once again put the knife in my hand and, without waiting for my reaction, dragged


    me, thrusting the knife toward the young man.


    Realizing what he was doing, I desperately diverted the knife away from the young man but still


    wounded him. However, the knife did not hit any vital spot, sparing him a fatal blow


    I knew what Lucas wanted: he wanted my hands to be stained with blood like his, to descend into hell


    like him.


    He wanted me to carry the burden of a life, even in death. Realizing this, I knew he would not stop


    there. Almost without thinking, I turned the knife toward myself and stabbed without hesitation.


    “Yvette!” Lucas suddenly shouted.


    In an instant, a sharp pain shot through my wrist that was holding the knife, which then dropped to the


    ground. Lucas then pinned me against the wall by my neck


    Looking at me, his voice was low and sinister as he said, “So eager to die? Yvette, that’s not wise at all.


    If you die, that police officer who came with you, I’ll have to think seriously about how to y with him.


    Oh, and your mother back on the maind, looks like I’ll need to make time for a visit. But at her age,


    I’m afraid she won’t withstand my torment.”


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    My breath hitched, and I looked at him incredulously. “Lucas, you madman.” He was actually


    threatening me with my mother, and Officer Jackson. How did he know that Officer Jackson came with


    me?


    Enveloped in fear, my voice was hoarse as I asked, “Lucas, what have you done to Officer Jackson?”


    “Heh!” Heughed, still as terrifying as ever. “Now you ask? Isn’t it a bitte? Huh?”


    My face turned pale, struggling to breathe. I looked at him, and said weakly, “Fine, I won’t seek death


    anymore. However you want to torture me, to make my life worse than death, I’ll endure everything. But


    Lucas, I beg you, let Officer Jackson go. He has no grudge against you. If you want revenge, take it out


    on me, okay?”


    “No grudge?” He sneered, standing up and looking down at me, coldly saying, “Yvette, you think a


    policeman would have no grudge against me? Do you believe that?”


    I was stunned. Right, Lucas hadmitted numerous evils and taken countless lives. How could a


    policeman not have a grudge against him?


    Seeing me speechless, he disdainfully said, “Yvette, you better behave yourself here and obey my


    every word. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I might not kill that policernan. But if you try to die again, I’m


    sorry. Not only will I take the policeman’s life, but I will also send your mother down to meet you in the


    underworld.”