?


    It was not pain that felt like torn flesh.


    However, it was like being ground down on a dull knife, slowly crushed by a torture device. It was ten times more agonizing than being killed outright.


    Chaotic yet clear scenes, like a ck-and-white film ying in reverse, swiftly shed across Justin''s turbulent mind.


    He saw many people retreating and leaving-his father, mother, grandfather, Ryan, Carrie, his eldest brother...


    He struggled to reach out, wanting to grasp them, even just one person.


    But he could not grab hold of anything and could only helplessly watch as his loved ones and friends turned away and left him.


    Finally, the image froze on Be''s beautiful face.


    "Be... Don''t go..."


    Justin cried as he sprinted toward her, using all his strength to hold her tightly.


    But the next moment, Be disintegrated into golden dust in his arms, scattering into the cold air.


    "No!"


    Atst, Justin heard a beep in his ear, like everything resetting to zero.


    Darkness consumed his vision, and he lost consciousness, copsing to the ground.


    Silence enveloped everything.


    Christopher stood there with a rigid back, staring nkly at the man on the ground, his fate uncertain. His mind and body were shaken to their core.


    At that moment, footsteps echoed behind him.


    He slowly turned around to see Jace emerging from the underground passage, his expression cold as he picked up Be.


    "The Thompson family hasnded on the ind."


    Jace turned his back on him, not even sparing him a nce, radiating unconcealed disgust toward him. "The Boss left you to clean this up. Chairman Iverson, you don''t have any objections, do you?"


    Christopher stood there stiffly, his face ashen. Though impably dressed, he was already broken beyond repair.


    His value was exhausted, and he was used to the fullest. In the end, he was discarded like


    trash.


    The goddess statue slowly closed.


    "Ha..."


    Christopher shut his eyes and let out a bitter, self-mockingugh. "My whole life has been one big mistake. If there''s such a thing as reincarnation in this world..."


    Before his words fell, a helicopter roared overhead, hovering above the greenhouse, blocking out the sky.


    With a deafening boom, the seemingly indestructible greenhouse shattered and copsed. The ss walls flew across the air.


    Sharp shards sliced through Christopher''s neck, face, and arms, but he did not even try to avoid them and stood still.


    "Bastard! Go to hell!"


    Drew rushed toward him with bloodshot eyes, delivering a flying kick that sent the zombie- like man crashing to the ground.


    "I''ll kill you... I''ll kill you!"


    Drew charged forward, stepping on Christopher''s back, eyes bulging as he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the back of his head.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    "Drew! Stop!"


    Asher shouted in rm, rushing over to push him away.


    At the same time, a gunshot rang out-


    Thanks to Asher''s quick intervention, the bullet only pierced Christopher''s left shoulder, just a few millimeters away from his head.


    "Be, I admit defeat." Christopher copsed powerlessly on the ground, his face pressed to the floor, ncing at the unconscious Justin a few steps away.


    With a bitter smile, he muttered, "I''vepletely lost... to him."