Chapter 677

Leslie Cross hung him mid-air, her lips curling into a sly, cold smile. “What if I just let go right now? Think you’d split into two pieces? Nah, probably more than just two, huh?” “You disgusting piece of trash. You don’t even deserve to be called human! Do you have any idea how many girls ended up stuck in nightmares they’ll never escape from because of you?” Some people live, but it feels worse than dying. And some people who’ve died—no one was ever there to get justice for them. For a moment, she really wanted to just drop him, just like that. “Too bad, though. As much as I’d love to let go, I’m not about to ruin my future over scum like you. You’re not worth it.” With that, she released the rope, and M crashed heavily back to the ground. Thud! He hit the floor hard, his eyes completely blank, as though all the spirit had drained out of him. This man who used to revel in controlling others now felt the pain of being at someone else’s mercy. That fear? Yeah, it’d probably haunt him