Take Off Your Clothes

Killing him would be tantamount to getting rid of one of the scum in the world and saving more lives.

Yuriel peeked from behind Aleandro's body. She turned away from the blood on the floor because it made her sick.

"Forget it, it's too easy for him to die."

She didn't want to see people die because of it. But that doesn't mean she's going to let Mr. Smith get away with it when she remembers how the pig threw a glass at Wendy's head and made the little girl bleed badly.

"Right, it's too easy for him to die painlessly." Aleandro nodded in agreement.

"Then I will make him feel alive but dead," he continued, with a cruel smile on his face.

His eyes were filled with bloodlust and icy cold as he stared at Mr. Smith, who was trembling with fear.

Yuriel blinked at him. He had never seen her expression so cruel and bloodthirsty. Somehow, he felt fear in his heart.

"Dare to touch my wife, I will make you pay the right price. Which hand did you touch it with? right? Left? Oh, it's better to brea