I bawled at Suzuki at the top of my lungs, showing no regard for the possible consequences, and I spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in his face. “Come on! You want to kill me, don’t you? Do it!”
If it weren’t for the restraint of Suzuki’s men, I would have fought tooth and nail. It was not because of my bravery but because of the realization that Suzuki would not let me off the hook, no matter whether I begged him for mercy or not.
Simon and the others were trembling in fear. In Jasgore, nobody dared mess with gangsters, and I had infuriated the leader of a gang.
Suzuki wiped his face with his hand, but then he said to Yumi, “Darling, it seems I can’t grant your wish anymore. Kill him.”
Suzuki decided to dispose of me, but I was stunned. Suzuki was doing all this for Yumi?
Yumi snap
