A piercing, miserable scream echoed through the entire venue as Director Zhang howled madly. Chen Yu was slowly slicing through his wrist with a dull knife, a pain far more agonizing than having the flesh cut straight from his bones.
Blood flowed without stopping, quickly pooling into a puddle on the floor.
Gazing at the bloody, cruel, and cold-blooded youth, everyone present trembled with fear. Even some of the more timid ones were on the verge of tears. In their eyes, the young man was now a bloodthirsty madman.
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