At noon, Wei Zhi had his knees shattered and his arms twisted. After barely surviving surgery, he had just been thrown from the second floor by Jiang Chen.
Every bone in his body seemed broken, and the pain was agonizing. He lay in a large pool of blood on the floor, struggling even to twitch. At that moment, Wei Zhi felt the terror of death. His teeth chattered as he let out a weak sound: "Don't... don't kill me. I beg you, don't kill me. Give me another chance. I have money, I'll give you money."
He was terrified—truly terrified. Never in his life had he felt such fear. The dread of death engulfed him completely.
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