The Runaway Groom

Chapter 342

There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.

None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.

Quincy therefore had to act calm. “We’re in a police station.”

Stan chuckled. “We know that, so we won’t do anything stupid. That said, I’m quite close with that officer just now, so he’s willing to give us some space.”

Quinc’ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.

Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade-it was not particularly huge, but very sharp.

“I can do it, sir,” Stan said, walking up to him.

Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy’s face.

He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy’s skin.

could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body

table, and it was even

would

hand, spiritual torment certainly

into that pond during my own parents’ funeral.” As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade from Quincy’s face to her neck, and she did

pressed it, and the blade cut through

bleed much since he avoided any

could be precise, because he had been sneaking glances while Irene studied her medical books, which described at length about a human’s vulnerable spots, where it hurt or had

given the jugular, there was a spot one

fact, Quincy was already sweating buckets as her face turned pale. Her pupils dilated even as

who had been standing aside, appeared worried that Isaac would get butterfingers and slit her

up at

trying. “She may be heinous, but she’s not worth getting

switchblade into

he gave Stan

her facial features contorted from

could not help shuddering and

look sympathetic. Picking up the