That’s because Carlos Jung could finally feel pain.

All five fingers on his right hand had been chopped off.

In the next second, the girl with a cold expression pounced at him.

Wham!

She slashed the kitchen knife forcefully against his shoulder.

At that moment, Carlos felt as if half of his body was going to be chopped off.

Thump.

Carlos landed on his buttocks on the ground as his entire body was covered in blood. Only then did he let out a long, pitiful cry. However, immediately after that, there were at least twenty more slashes against his neck. His pitiful cry was sealed within his throat.

“Oh no!” Max Dunne, who was waiting for Carlos to show off his might, was suddenly stunned.

Who the hell were these people?

Why was a young girl already this powerful?

Seamus Owen had dug their graves for them!

At this moment, Max was thinking if Seamus had qualms with them and intentionally dug a pit for them to jump into.

“Escape!” Max exclaimed after looking at the pitiful Carlos.