Novel & Cerita Uzui Hands Cut Off

Zik kept denying and refused to agree with Andre until Andre got upset and said to one of his underlings, "Get me my chainsaw." When Zik heard that they were bringing the chainsaw, he tried to struggle, but three men were holding him down so he could not move. Andre kept staring at him, his eyes darkening. When the chainsaw arrived, he held the machine and turned it on. "I need his fingers," Andre said. The men holding Zik down forced one of his hands and placed it on the table. Zik screamed, begging Andre to have mercy, but Andre began by cutting off his little finger.

Chapter Sixty-Eight. I walk slowly and stopped right on the front Zen’s bruised body. I squat and dispel the scythe on my hand. There’s a lot of blood covering his face, especially on his nose and mouth. I lifted my hand and held it under his nose. Warm air brushed through my fingers. I nodded in satisfaction. Fortunately, he isn’t dead yet. But anytime soon, he probably would. And we don’t have much time now. My sight landed on the blessed sword not far away Zen, it was laying flat cold on the ground just like its holder.

The disciple of the Inner Yard screamed in horror! The iron spear as thick as a wrist in his hand turned out to be cut off cun by cun. In the storm of the rusted sword and dragon-shaped saber in Ding Hao's hands, the disciple's hands were also cut off at the wrists. Before the shrieks were over yet, the next moment, unspeakable pain like being hacked rolled him up and flooded him like tide. The blood light was diffusing and he lost his intuition. Like a broken line of kite, he fell down on the groud feebly...

The knife had been well sharpened. “Let me see your hand.” Richardson hesitated. “No, no, no—please, no.” Giaus wasted no time. He forcefully grabbed Richardson’s hand and slammed his palm flat against the table, pinning it down with so much strength that he couldn’t move a finger. Richardson struggled, but his strength was no match for Giaus’. Without a second thought, Don Diego lifted the knife and chopped off Richardson’s wrist, detaching it from his arm.

It happened so fast Sethlzaar missed it. Droog held his hands to his nose. His knife, now forgotten, lay a few feet away from him. He writhed in pain as he removed a bloody hand to examine it. Sethlzaar winced at the sight. The man had no doubt broken his nose and, by the splotch of red on the table, he had an idea how.

It wouldn't mean anything good anyway. Su Nian directly ignored the displeasure and disgust in the other party's eyes, her bright red lips curved slightly, and she deliberately misinterpreted the reply- "I see, you are reluctant-- As he said that, he grabbed Lu Yu's hand, held the handle of the knife, and went down along the body.

SUZIE'S POV The boy I held in my hands, was not only covered in my blood, but his as well. I only noticed when I saw the large cut wound at his side. Blood was gushing out from the large wound, and the life in his eyes were slowly dimming out. My eyes went wide and I ran my hands across his face. "No, no, no, I can't let you die," I muttered through gritted teeth. I tried to push myself up from the ground, when I felt a sharp pain, just above my abdomen. The pain stopped me from moving, and my eyes travelled down to the spot. A large branch was stuck right in that spot, and blood filled the floor below it.

We took our cues from her. Her response was to show us all what the dangerous implement did. She jammed it into his bicep and pressed the release. Three blades slid outwards in different directions. Holy fucking shit. Good Goddess Almighty Above… The blades slid smoothly, cutting three inches each way. It would appear that his balls abandoned him and went back up inside of his body. The result was his high-pitched wailing. Aunt Ziyah snapped her fingers, and the sound was cut off. She really was the best. I grabbed a blondie and gave it to her as a token of appreciation.

She can still hear her heart beating loudly. Mizu's left arm was already numbed because of the excessive gushing of blood out of her new wound. It was a deep, long slice on her skin with a length of 3 inches that kept the blood from dripping all over her arms. Not minding the wound, she stayed focused on the fight on hand. Like they say in this 'Survival Game' they called, "hesitation and losing your guard will lead you to death." It was either to crush or be crushed!