Xu Ke made a bloody hole in the man's side, so deep that the internal organs were visible as if debriding a patient with a severe illness in a movie. "Better not move, or who knows where my knife will stick," Xu Ke's devilish whisper echoed in the garage. The man, who had previously been convulsing in pain, now tried with all his might to control his body and remain still after hearing these words.
If one could live, who would really want to die? At this moment, the man's strong survival instinct was displayed vividly.
Even though there were two bloody holes in his body, he was desperately trying to stay conscious. He knew he must not close his eyes or fall asleep, or he might never wake up again.
If his survival instinct were placed in a hospital, it would be his fortune; but here, it marked the beginning of his suffering.
