Chapter 1349: Chapter 1349

Chapter 1349:

Looking down at the rapidly spinning gears below, terror overwhelmed Samson, and he lost control of his bladder and bowels once again. No. He couldn’t bear the thought of being pulled into such a gruesome machine, of being turned into mincemeat.

Not daring to look down any longer, Samson focused upward, pleading with Robbie, “Please, I beg you, I’m ready to die, but not like this. I’ll confess everything. Just don’t let me be minced.”

Robbie, displaying visible disgust, pulled Samson slightly higher. At that moment, Cillian approached with a dagger, saying calmly, “Mr. Green’s orders. He wants this man to watch as his limbs are shredded.”

Without waiting for Robbie’s response, Cillian emotionlessly began to slice into Samson’s leg.

“Ah…” The pain from the dagger piercing his thigh was too much for Samson, and he passed out. Undeterred, Cillian continued cutting through flesh and bone.

Robbie was stunned, unable to speak. This was the first time he had encountered Cillian. Before this, he had only heard about Cillian from Patrick, who had described him as the most perverted and untouchable member of Rhys’ organization. Robbie had underestimated Cillian’s skills…

Robbie swallowed hard and turned his head away. He resolved to keep his distance from Cillian in the future. After all, his weight…

A small chuckle almost escaped Robbie as he thought about his own past. He had once been overweight, but that had changed after he could no longer eat as much. Now, his body was muscular, a stark contrast to what it had been. He felt confident he should be fine.

Every journey starts at gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․c𝗈𝗆

As Robbie was lost in his dramatic thoughts, Cillian had almost severed one of Samson’s legs.

The dagger wasn’t sharp enough. Cillian had to sharpen it several times, but even then, it couldn’t cut through the bone, so he resorted to breaking it off with brute force.

Just before the final cut, Cillian lifted his other hand, pinched the area above Samson’s lip to wake him up, and forced Samson to gaze downward to witness his leg being ground into mincemeat.

“No, don’t…” Samson’s cry was one of utter despair. He could no longer feel his leg. The overwhelming sense of suffocating pain consumed him. As he watched his leg disappear into the grinder, the sheer horror knocked him unconscious.

When Cillian was about to sever the other leg, Robbie interjected, “He likely can’t withstand another cut. Just drop him.”

“I have medicine,” Cillian responded coldly.

“That’s a waste. Save it for our people who might get injured later.” Robbie saw Cillian’s hesitation and quickly mentioned Harlee, saying, “Check with Harlee. She definitely wouldn’t approve.”

Cillian paused and then stowed the medicine. “Alright. It’s on you now.”

He left Robbie to handle the situation.

Robbie wondered what kind of maniac he was dealing with.

He resolved to inform Harlee. Under no circumstances could he be teamed with Cillian again. Otherwise, he would be under Cillian’s thumb. Robbie’s prediction was accurate. One day, in the future, he would find himself completely under Cillian’s control.

Returning to the task at hand, Robbie pinched the area above Samson’s lip to wake him up and then discarded him like trash, throwing him to the floor.

“Ah!” Samson’s wretched scream echoed briefly. Then, blood splattered, followed by silence. There was no sound of grinding.

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