Revenge After Death

Chapter 152

“Steven Lincoln!” Michael angrily exclaimed as he balled his hands into fists, prepared to

attack Steven.

“Hurry up! We’re running out of time!” Phil anxiously cried.

The rope

would snap at any moment.

However, Steven still looked at Michael, resolute.

Finally, Michael gritted his teeth and nodded. “Alright, Steven. You better not regret this.

Just because Michael was taking this jab at his pride now didn’t mean that he wouldn’t get revenge on Steven for it in the future. He was bound to make Steven regret his decision.

Honestly, I was somewhat worried.

This brief moment of glee… It would surely cause Steven a lot of trouble, wouldn’t it?

But I couldn’t care about that right now. We would deal with whatever happens in the future when it happens.

In the end, Michael got on his knees before me with anger boiling in his eyes. It was clear how much he didn’t want to do this.

Huh…

couldn’t tell what emotion I was feeling

in front of me. I wanted him to beg for mercy from me and

of a sudden, I felt like someone like him kneeling because of me would mess up my

“Steve!” Phil cried.

of rope left before it would snap.

Immediately, Steven let

me and hurried over.

one of the ropes among the tangled mess of

had grabbed onto that rope in particular. But when the rope above snapped and Yasmin’s body slightly fell, she was

then stared flatly at Yasmin before purposely loosening his grip. And just like a wooden puppet, Yasmin’s body slipped yet again as her face flushed

took a deep

torturing Yasmin.

slowly suffocated, unable to even

Steven smiled… But it was a terrifying

silently looked

massaged his temple before going over to Steven. “That’s enough,” he said.

“Yasmin will

but she had to suffer the

trusted Steven’s sense of time. If he said Yasmin wouldn’t die,

Michael had silently stood up and was coldly gazing at Steven and

wouldn’t let us off