Chapter 1090
Summon Of The Sword
Even if Quill did not grab Willow today, they would have attacked anyway.
Sean nodded gently and walked straight to Quill without saying anything.
âDid I lose?â
Sean asked indifferently, looking condescendingly at Quill.
âYou loser! Youâre a loser! You will always be a loser!
âTry laying a hand on me. Youâll regret it!â
Quillâs eyes were red as he shouted like a madman.
Sean had lost interest in talking to him.
âWhich hand did you hit Willow with?â
Sean asked in a whisper as he folded his cuffs.
âCommander, he doesnât deserve having you hit him yourself.â
Zander lowered his voice and said to Sean.
âNo, I want to do it myself.â
Sean shook his head and folded his other cuff.
Zander was silent for two seconds before handing the knife to Sean.
âWhich hand hit her?â
Sean asked again, knife in hand.
âF*cking hit me! You loser!â
Quill was still swearing at Sean.
âIf you canât tell me which one, Iâll take it that you used both hands.â
As soon as Sean spoke, Harry pulled Quillâs right hand and pinned it to the ground, âWhat the f*ck are you doing? Sean, let me go if you have the balls!
âAre you a man? Let go of me!â
Quill finally began to panic, struggling and shouting.
âLet him go.â
Sean nodded and said to Zander and Harry.
âYes.â
Zander and Harry immediately let go of Quill.
They were not worried that Quill would hurt Scan.
If Sean could get hurt that easily, he would never have become a nine-star commander.
âYou loserââ
The moment Quill was released, he jumped up and swung at Sean.
Swoosh!
The steel knife swept, glimmering coldly.
Swoosh!
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh rang as the sharp blade swiped across Quillâs wrist Like cutting through butter, it went smoothly Thump!
Then Quillâs hand hit the ground Blood gushed from the severe:
an open faucet Quill froze instantly, staring at his wrist with wide eyes At that instance, his pain nerves had not yet been activated Soon, the searing pain made Quill shriek ke apa gotten; slaughtered we âAh! My hand Argh A hysterical cry shot up into the sky it wah However, there was no pity in Seans eyes The blade flashed again as he swung his hand Swoosh!
Swish!
The next second, Quillâs other hand was cut off Both hands fell to the ground, and Quill had no hands anymore The end of both arms were only bleeding stumps.
âAh!â
Quillâs screams were even louder.
âTake me to the hospital. I was wrong. I beg you to take me to the hospital.
âI want my hands back. I beg you!â
Quill almost fainted with pain, but he tried to put his hands back together.
Therefore, he knelt before Sean and tried to pick up his two palms.
However, without his hands, he could not even do the simple action of picking things.
âItâs too late.â
Sean lifted his foot and landed it hard.
Quillâs two broken hands were crushed by Sean and then kicked to the side without mercy.
HSSS!
The bald and burly man and the rest gasped at the sight of such brutality.
What kind of person had they messed with?
How did Sean do all this while remaining calm, as if he was used to it?
The more the bald and burly man and the rest thought about it, the more they panicked.
Willow stood next to the assistant.
There were so many people in the room that they could not see what Sean was doing to Quill.
However, listening to Quillâs miserable cry, they knew what pain Quill was going through.
âMr. Quinn, this⦠thisâ¦â
The little assistantâs face paled with fear as he trembled.
âHe bullied us, so he should be punished.â
Willow gritted her teeth. She was scared too, but she kept calm âI hope whatever you see and hear today stays in your heart foreverâ
Willow looked at the assistant and said with great seriousness.
If word about this got out, it would have a big impact on Sean Therefore, Willow must warn her assistant first âYes! Yes! Iâll keep that in mind.â
The assistant nodded before walking out the door with Willow Even after they got outside, they still heard Quillâs screams.
âWhy do you want to invite trouble?
âIsnât it good to be alive?â
Sean took the steel knife, pointed it at Quillâs chest, and slashed it three times.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Each cut tore a gash dozens of centimeters across Quillâs chest.
Seanâs technique was skilled, and his force was precise.
Each cut was not too deep, so wanting to die quickly was an extravagant hope for Quill.
He was being tortured to death in this pain.
âSean, let me go. I beg you!
âYou better f*cking kill me. Iâll kill you if you donât!â
Quill was in so much pain that he went slightly mad.
One moment he cried for mercy; the next, he made threatening remarks to Sean.
He made a fool of himself and was miserable.
âKilling you will only make my hands dirty.â
Sean looked at Quill sitting on the ground with cold eyes.
âHahaha! You wouldnât dare kill me.
âRemember. Iâll get even with you sooner or later!â
Quill twitched in pain and laughed.
âBut to solve this once and for all.
âIt wonât hurt to get my hands dirty.â
Sean finished speaking and instantly raised the steel knife in his hand.
Then he slashed from top to bottom.