After saying that, without caring about Owen's thoughts, he directly took out two bottles from the white plastic bag and handed one to Owen, saying, "Here."
Owen first glanced at him, then after a while, he reluctantly took the bottle, but he didn't hurry to open it. His gaze shifted to the plastic bag on the ground containing the bottled mineral water.
Just as Jack was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard Owen say, "Why did you buy so much?"
The cold liquid flowed into his mouth, almost choking Jack, causing him to tremble slightly. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond and could only say, "We were worried that there wouldn't be enough water, so we bought this much to avoid attracting attention by going back and forth to buy more."
"Oh, you're quite considerate." Owen pointed at the water bottles on the ground as he spoke. "Take them all out and put them in the corner."
No matter how reluctant Jack was, there was nothing he could do. Matthew went to the cement room and hadn't returned yet. He could only slow down his movements and put the bottles together.
Just as he was about to take out half of it, a black shadow suddenly pressed down on him from behind. Jack was already a bit distracted, and before he could react, Owen had already grabbed him by the neck.
Owen was relatively short, and Jack was half a head taller than him. Even though Jack wasn't as heavy as him, Owen had injured his finger. Jack grabbed Owen's arm, turned around, and flipped him over.
The 22-year-old young man was strong, and Owen saw that he couldn't restrain him. Thinking that if he let him gain the upper hand, he would be in trouble, without thinking further, he directly drew the fruit knife that was tucked at his waist in a fluster.
Puchi!
The gleaming blade pierced into the flesh, reaching almost a palm's depth up to the hilt of the knife.
The pain instantly surged through him, and Jack slightly bent his body in response to the agony. He followed his gaze downwards and saw the knife plunged into his left abdomen, with bright red blood rapidly staining his entire front clothing. The blood spurted from the wound, quickly coagulating and drying up.
His desire to live made him firmly hold Owen's hand, but unfortunately, this was far from the end.
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