Chapter 561: 'Peaceful Takeover'

Whimpers hindered by the sound of his own saliva, the more the helper, a man in his early twenties with black hair and dirty acne-filled face, squirmed, the more the dagger dug deep. No sense of tact nor care towards the watching crowd, the lonesome figure had his knee to the helper's neck. He pressed hard in sync with the blade. 

 "Someone…" cried the few managing to speak, "-stop him," said they in horror. The growing tension defused – the father and the husband stepped back.

 "H-h-he's h-had e-enough," stuttered a frightened Jen who coward behind Rena and Lampard. As for Leonard. He was nowhere to be found. 

 "You sure?" returned he unshaken by the cruelty, "-I could dig another if he'd like," leaned to whisper, "-give up yet?"

 "Pl-please," coughed he, "-I d-don't want to d-die."