Chapter 155


    Blood flowed rapidly from the wrist, staining the bed sheet beneath it in no time.


    "You lunatic! But do you think I''ll let you go just like that? Even if you''re going to die, it''s after I''ve


    had a taste of you!"


    Heckter dropped the knife on the bed, pressing down on Izabe''s bloody hand, when suddenly


    there came a frantic knock on the door.


    Heckter was stunned, it was unthinkable, who would disturb him at this time?


    "Boss, Brett is here, we can''t stop him."


    Upon hearing the name "Brett", Heckter''s brow furrowed. He temporarily let go of Izabe and went


    to open the door.


    As his hand was about to touch the doorknob, the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.


    Caught off guard, Heckter, still wounded, was slow to dodge and got hit in the nose by the door. A


    sour pain surged and tears sprung out.


    "Ouch!" Heckter cursed, holding his throbbing nose in pain. His bloodshot eyes nced up to meet


    Brett''s furious expression.


    It was the first time Heckter had a direct confrontation with Brett. He had previously perceived Brett


    as nothing more than a good-looking person skilled in business, but now he realized there was


    more to him. Brett emanated a strong, intimidating presence that even gave Heckter, who had


    witnessed his fair share of intense situations, a sense of unease. His legs turned weak, causing him


    to instinctively take a step back.


    Brett nced at him coldly, walked into the room, and saw the mess all around. He had a keen


    sense of smell and could smell the scent of blood as soon as he walked in.


    The room was filled with a pungent odor, emanating from Izabe, whose blood stained the floor


    and the bed. She bore numerous wounds, her clothes in disarray and drenched in blood.


    The most striking sight was the gory wound on her wrist. The vivid crimson color of the blood


    immediately caught his attention, making Brett''s eyes turn red in an instant. Though seething with


    anger, he managed to conceal his emotions adeptly. A somber smile graced his face, sending


    shivers down everyone''s spines. He forcefully kicked Heckter aside, stepped over him, and


    approached the bedside. He carefully lifted Izabe, her wrist bleeding profusely. Within moments,


    his palm was stained red from the flowing blood.


    "Izabe, I''m here to take you home."


    Izabe was barely conscious, hearing Brett''s voice gave her an unprecedented sense of calm. She


    weakly smiled at him, "I called you but you didn''t answer."


    "Hmm, I saw your message and came looking for you."


    "Why did you take so long toe?"


    Brett looked at her wounds, heart aching. He had never treated her this way. How dare Heckter!


    He saw a first aid kit on the counter, opened it and took out bandages to give Izabe emergency


    treatment.


    However, no matter how manyyers he wrapped, Izabe''s wrist was still bleeding, seeping


    through the bandages.


    Izabe was weak, her face was originally pale, now it was paler, under the light from above, she


    seemed to be slowly fading in his arms.


    Brett took a bed sheet, wrapped it around Izabe, and carried her sideways.


    Apanied by a group of individuals, Brett unleashed havoc throughout the entire casino. As he


    observed Heckter, curled up on the floor in agony while protecting his injured groin, a chilling


    coldness flickered in Brett''s eyes.


    “Tie him up and lock him in the basement,” he ordered.


    Heckter never anticipated that the person he had provoked would possess such tyrannical qualities.


    Regret washed over him as he realized he should have heeded Izabe''s words. He yearned to


    exin himself, but Brett had swiftly departed with Izabe, denying him any opportunity.


    Brett rushed Izabe to the hospital, where her wrist wound proved to be deep, resulting in


    significant blood loss. Fortunately, she received timely medical attention, avoiding any severe


    complications.


    She sustained numerous external injuries, particrly on her back where the skin had torn, causing


    considerable pain.


    Brett stood aside, watching the doctor apply medicine to Izabe. She was unconscious, her brow


    still furrowed.


    Brett turned his face away, unable to bear the sight. The injuries pained him just by looking, let


    alone Izabe who was enduring them.


    Brett clenched his fists. Heckter, he would remember this man!


    Once Izabe was stable, Brett went to the basement where Heckter was locked up.


    That day, everyone saw Brett in his wrath, taking a knife and chopping off Heckter''s fingers.


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    Tied to the pir, Heckter was painfully unconscious, then woken up by a ssh of cold water. He


    was breaking into a cold sweat, looking at the dimly lit basement.


    The water that was sshed on Heckter was mixed with salt, which made it excruciating when it


    touched the wounds.