Julius Reed perfectly exemplified the concept of stopping at the right moment.
The reason he went in so deep is that if he went any further, the man's hand would be severed.
And the table would shatter into pieces from the force it could not withstand.
But now, it was just right.
Blood continuously seeped out from the center of River Marsh's palm.
He wanted to move.
But as soon as he exerted strength in his wrist, the sharp scalpel tore through the flesh.
Drip-drop.
Blood dripped down the table and onto the floor.
"Delaney, you sure have a lot of nerve!"
Finally, even Nicholas Pendleton could hardly stand it anymore.
He dropped his previously jolly demeanor, speaking with a chilling tone: "Don't be ungrateful! In the Nine Paths, it's not your turn to be in charge!"
No sooner had the words fallen, a troop of guards rushed in through the door.
When they saw River Marsh kneeling on the ground, grimacing in pain, all the guards were taken aback.
"Ungrateful?"
