章 896: He Shot At Him

Note: This scene is violent and might be uncomfortable for a few readers.

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Pain. 

That was the only thing Marcel could feel as he sagged against the chains that held him back from retaliating. He couldn't feel his arms anymore and his legs hurt from supporting his limp form. The only thing that kept him going was the burning desire to get his hands on his oppressors. But then, it was becoming obvious to Marcel that he was going to die an unfair, pitiful death. 

"Let him go," Richardo said to his men, cracking his knuckles. 

The men obeyed him, two of them holding up Marcel while they unlocked the cuffs. As soon as Marcel was free, he launched a blow at the one closest to his right; however, he was weak and didn't deliver as much impact as he wanted. If anything, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, crawling on all fours.