The price of betrayal (Jack and Ashley) novel Chapter 479

Nolan was splattered with Hoover's blood, and the blood continued to drip from the sword in his hand, staining the ground red.

Hoover collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching the stump of his severed arm. He wailed miserably when his eyes locked onto the mangled limb that had fallen beside him.

"Nolan! Nolan!"

At that moment, Hoover's eyes were filled with nothing but boundless hatred, intertwined with deep pain and despair.

Meanwhile, Nolan stood there quietly, his bloodied sword clenched tightly in his hand. Despite the blood staining his face, he was actually smiling.

"I gave you a chance. I told you to cut off your own fingers to save your arm, but you couldn't even muster the courage to do that. Tsk, you're pathetic! If you can't even be ruthless with yourself, how else are you going to do other things?"

His words sounded simple, yet they caused everyone present to gasp in shock.

After all, even those from the underworld, who lived on the edge of a blade, would struggle to sever their own arm if ordered. Not to mention someone like Hoover, who had been pampered all his life.

It wasn't just about having courage. No, it would require something much more than that.

At this moment, Harold's expression was solemn. He looked at the still-wailing Hoover and shouted in fury, "Shut up, you idiot! I told you to cut off your fingers earlier, but you didn't! And now you have no one to blame but yourself!

"If you want to live, keep that filthy mouth of yours shut! Otherwise, you're as good as dead because I won't waste my breath begging for your life!"

At Harold's fierce rebuke, Hoover gradually stopped crying. His face twisted in agony as the pain wracking his body reached its peak.