Heatherās chin was gripped by him, but at this moment, she didnāt move, letting him do as he wished.
Night Hawkās personality is unpredictable and changeable. You never know what heās really thinking. One moment he might be affectionately calling you "babe," and the next moment heās plunging a knife into your heart.
Heather both knows him too well and yet not at all.
Qianxun is in his hands, she dares not act rashly.
"Do you remember the oath you once swore to me?" The force in his hand gradually increased, as if intending to crush her jawbone. "You vowed to recognize only me as your master, to take orders solely from me... Otherwise, what would happen, remember?"
Of course, she remembers.
These words, she knows them too well.
With her chin being pinched, speaking was quite difficult: "Dig out the heart."
His fingers, therefore, moved to the area of her heart, making a digging gesture: "Itās taken while youāre still alive."
Thatās what he told her, if one day you betray me, I will personally dig out your heart.
Because he said, once the heart is taken out, it can no longer betray.
"As you wish," Heather closed her eyes, not resisting, "Do with me what you will, whether itās digging out my heart or hacking me to pieces, I leave it to you, as long as you let Qianxun go, you can determine how I die, however you please."
As she said this, a tinge of bitterness surged in her heart.
It turns out...
The wish to spend Christmas together was nothing but a vain dream.
No chance for that anymore.
At that moment, Heather really wanted to laugh loudly at the sky, to ask why the heavens would do this to her. To give her hope, then cruelly destroy it.
Why torture her like this, rather than swiftly ending her life with a blow?
Itās when one is meant to die yet cannot die that is the most painful.
Night Hawk gripped her neck with one hand, pulling her slightly in front of him, his tone ominous: "Youāre someone Iāve conditioned and trained since youth, isnāt it a pity to just kill you like this? So Iāve changed my mind, donāt worry, I wonāt just kill you like this, Iāve found an even more entertaining gameāa game that will let Li Sinian wish he were dead..."
Heatherās eyes suddenly changed.
She didnāt know what Night Hawk was going to do, but it was definitely nothing good. Her eyes widened, gritting her teeth: "Night Hawk...! If thereās a grudge, come at me!"
Is he going to use her to threaten Ah Nian??
Night Hawk smashed his fist into the wall behind her, followed by the sound of metal moving, and Heatherās hands instantly dropped down.
Aside from her hands and feet still being shackled by some sort of metal rings, she could move freely.
As soon as she gained some freedom, she seized that instant to swing a punch at Night Hawk. But for some reason, her speed was incredibly slow, having a feeling of strength in her heart but unable to express it, she couldnāt exert the power she should have.
Night Hawk didnāt even need to dodge; her fist landed on his chest like a childās powerless punch, hitting him without causing any pain.
But in return, when Night Hawk twisted her wrist forcefully, a crisp sound like bones breaking was heard, mixed with Heatherās unbearable scream, and she immediately fell to her knees.
As Night Hawk let go, her right hand hung limply by her side, as if dislocated, completely uncontrollable.