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That night fell.

Flocks of crows floated and chirped in high tones.

That sounds like death.

A cemetery in the woods.

The light is flashing.

Jael was tied to a large tree.

His casual clothes were already tattered and covered in blood. He looked like a bloody man.

Two pairs of iron chains were nailed to the tree trunk above his head and fell vertically.

A sharp iron hook pierced through his shoulder. His bloody body was terrifying under the street lights.

The severe pain caused Jael's body to twitch and tremble constantly.

His face was also so pale that there were no traces of blood.

He groaned in pain, but the groan seemed to be wedged between his teeth.

His eyes still looked as bright as stars, filled with hatred.

They could hear shovels plowing the ground not far away.

Faintly, a twisted figure could be seen plowing in the forest.

The middle-aged man in front of Yael pierced the muscles on his shoulder with a knife.

His flesh instantly opened, and blood flowed out.

Yael's body instantly shook, and he groaned in pain.

"The tough guy. Poking her shoulder makes you scream. But the thirteen wounds on your body only make you moan."

Although the middle-aged man laughed, he looked fierce and cold. He shook his head, pretending to be sorry, "It's a pity that you don't know your place in Quinn. You could have been qualified to compete for the family master in the future. With your own abilities and character, of course. Even if you sit around and do nothing for the family, you can still live comfortably."

h"Unfortunately, you pushed yourself forward. It was a real loss for Quinn."

Jael slowly raised her head. His bloodied face looked like a man-eating beast.

He looked at the middle-aged man in hatred and was ready to kill.

Yael smile.

The corner of his mouth was still twitching from the pain, making his smile look hideous and frightening.

He spat out blood-stained saliva onto the middle-aged man's face.

Yael smiled and said, "Uncle Harold, what if I kill you? Aren't you scared?"

The middle-aged man was Yael's uncle, Harold Quinn.

Anger flashed in Harold's eyes.

He calmly wiped the blood on his face and looked at Yael with a wicked grin, "Don't worry. The hole to bury you there will be ready soon."

Harold took two steps back, reached out and stuck the knife in his hand onto the tree trunk beside him.

"Yael, you are indeed the dragon of the Quinn family. Too bad you didn't have a chance to kill me. You should be buried in that hole immediately."

"The Quinn family has treated you very well. The family didn't let you rot in the wilderness but buried you in the grave. This is the best cemetery in town. We didn't disappoint you. It was mine. Don't come back and haunt me, okay?"

Harold slowly sat down on the rock, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and exhaled a thick smoke.

She laughed at herself, "To be honest, I admire your guts. You have the guts to kill your own father. Even though your father is my older brother, I still think that you did the right thing. But you succeeded too. You should have done it like this. Torture him slowly to death as I do to you now."

Harold's eyes flashed sharply at the same time.

He suddenly turned around and glared at Harold, "But forget the killing, forget about leaving the Quinn family. But by doing such a thing, you force the family to kill you. You should be smarter!"

There was a trace of mercy in his tone.

Yael smiled contemptuously, "Enough, with tears, caiman. Uncle Harold."

The severe pain made his words stop unnaturally.

"You can't be rude! You rebellious and unfilial son!"

Harold suddenly got up and pulled the knife out of the trunk.

Jael's body shook. Another wound was stabbed in his left arm, blood splashed.

However, there was only a groan between his teeth.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The ground under Jael's feet was also covered in blood.

The sharp pain made his entire body tremble like crazy. But the intense hatred in his eyes did not change.

"The family master has ordered you to kill you by dismembering.20 stabs and then burying you. There are 6 pricks left!"

As a Quinn, she has been through a lot in her life so far.

But looking into Yael's eyes, somehow gave him goosebumps.

"I didn't disappoint you, did I? I didn't trouble that woman. Why do you hate me so much?"

Harold gritted his teeth.

"You can't offend... Vaugh!" Jael said with disdain.

"Shut up!"

The fifteenth stab swung down blatantly.

If it was anyone else, they would be screaming like pigs. But Yael is tough.

"You shouldn't hate me. This is a family order. None of this will happen if you obey the rules, damn it!" Harold's pupils shrank, and his eyes flickered in fear from time to time.

It was just a glimpse.

As an uncle, he had lost his momentum due to his own nephew, Jael.

Jael endured severe pain, exhaled heavily, and sneered.

"The Quinn will be destroyed by me if I'm alive."

"You're so dead!"

The sixteenth blade had swung down.

Blood overflows.

Blood was all over Jael's body. He clenched while panting.

But he was still staring at Harold ferociously like a ferocious beast.

"Damn Quinn. In the name of the richest family, but in fact you're all rude."

"How dare you!"

The seventeenth blade has been swung.

From a distance, members of the hole-digging family were watching.

They all looked pale and frightened.

At that moment, they started digging again. But their hands were no longer as strong as before but slightly trembled.

"I was born into the Quinn family. I must also be invited to death by him!"

His ferocious voice echoed in the mountains and forests.

The voice of the crow sounded lovingly in the night sky. It becomes harder and denser.

Harold's body trembled even more when making eye contact with Yael. It made him goosebumps again.

The eighteenth stab had swung down.

Yael suddenly started laughing, red blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

But the look in his eyes remained the same.

"I swear on my mother's life, Jael will be the one to kill her father and destroy the whole family!"

The explosion!

Harold was struck by lightning.

At that moment, his facial features were extremely distorted. Meanwhile, he was also scared to death.

"Maniac, you're a psychopath. The master is right, you deserve to die!"

The nineteenth stab had swung down.

Accompanied by Harold's arrogant laugh, "You won't stand a chance. The hole is ready. One prick left. I'll send you to hell. You swear all that bullshit!"

The blade suddenly shot up, emitting a cold light.

Yael smiled contemptuously, "I have a brother."

"Jack Hughes? He's not gonna make it. You'll die when he finds you. Do you really think that as the heir to the Hughes family scoundrel, it could be his master? Can he save your ass and prosper?"

The long blade was blown by the wind, and it immediately fell down.

Puncture twenty!

Suddenly.

A voice broke the silence like thunder.

"He's right. His brother is here!"