Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1697 - 1686: Agony and Torment

With a crisp crack, Adams let out a scream, crying out in agony, "My leg, my leg...""It's not over. This is just the beginning. Just wait to become a cripple."

"No!"

Seeing the raised baseball bat, Adams quickly shouted, "I don't want anything. Not money, not even a penny. Just let me go, and I'll leave America right away. I'm begging you!"

"Dear Mr. Adams, it's too late for you to say that now. You can say goodbye to your left leg, forever."

As the baseball bat swung down, Adams bent forward, his whole body curling up like a shrimp, his left leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

Under the hands-on cruelty of the Blood Clan, Adams's left leg at the knee joint turned into a comminuted fracture.

Even with the most advanced orthopedics treatment today, Adams could forget about walking on two legs.

The intense pain made Adams let out a heartrending wail,

The scream, though not far-reaching, was drowned by the sound of waves crashing.

"No! No! I'm begging you."

Adams struggled desperately, but his body showed no sign of movement,

Next were his right hand, left hand, right palm, and left palm.

The bones in these areas were all turned into comminuted fractures.

At this point, Adams was completely crippled, unable to take a step, only capable of writhing like a worm on the ground.

"This coward actually urinated himself in fear."

The Blood Clan member speaking shook his head disdainfully and then used Black Magic to awaken the unconscious Adams.

Now that he was a cripple, Adams completely gave up, looking at them with extreme hatred, cursing venomously, "You damned bastards, I'm stopping you from going to Hell, you surely will go to Hell."

"Haha... In fact, I'm actually looking forward to Hell."

The four Viscounts present began to laugh heartily.

Contrary to humans, the Blood Clan fears heaven and yearns for Hell.

According to Blood Clan legend, Hell is almost like their backyard.

"I like that look in your eyes."

Noticing the venomous look in Adams's eyes, the Viscount continued, "Although my master only said to make you a cripple, he didn't specify to what extent."

Adams tensed and quickly said, "What more do you want?"

"You'll see soon enough. No, rather, you won't see."

As Adams pondered the meaning of these words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, followed by complete darkness, unable to see any sights anymore.

"I'm blind!"

Just as he realized this, Adams felt his jaw tighten, then he involuntarily opened his mouth, and then his tongue hurt.

"Mmm..."

Hearing Adams's cries, the Viscount who acted pondered, stroking his chin, "Paralyzed, unable to speak, unable to write, does that count as perfect?"

"Hehe... there's still a fifth limb."

Upon hearing this, Adams instinctively tightened his legs and clamped his mouth shut, not making a sound.

Fearful of drawing the attention of these perverts.

"I'm not that disgusting. This is enough. Besides, would that woman even glance at such a waste..."

"Let's go. I need to wash off this filth quickly, this waste's blood even reeks."

Originally, there wasn't a need to go to such trouble, a single Black Magic could easily finish the job.

But just thinking about how this shameless human dared to deceive the Blood Clan, and even harbored thoughts he shouldn't have towards the Lady...

Thus, these Blood Clans didn't hold back at all, and to increase the pain, they deliberately used this violent method.

Listening to the sound of the waves crashing, Adams opened and closed his mouth, raised and lowered his hand...

Realizing that he had indeed become a cripple, incapable of action, speech, or vision, a flash of death intent crossed Adams's eyes.

"Rather than struggling to survive, I'd rather just die like this."

Adams closed his eyes, though there really was no need to, just to silently wait for death.

If Adams calmed down, he would discover that the wound on his tongue had stopped bleeding,

As for symptoms like inflammation due to severe injuries, there were none at all.

Since Andrew had said he would make sure Adams could neither live nor die, the four Blood Clans naturally wouldn't carry it out strictly.

This place wasn't the deserted wasteland Adams imagined, ideal for murder and body disposal.

On the contrary, this place faced the vast Atlantic Ocean, a quality beach capable of hosting thousands for fun, as well as a large amusement park,

Routinely attracting countless tourists to play here, and during grand festivals, it overflows with people.

When such a beach saw a vagrant with crippled limbs, unable to speak or see...

Tourists wouldn't be stingy with their compassion, surely donating some food and water generously.

Even if the beach administrators discovered this shabby vagrant tarnishing the city's appearance...

Faced with Adams, who had no documents and couldn't prove his identity...

They would either pretend not to see him, or throw him into another secluded corner.

This was the Viscounts' objective, to have Adams live in this agony day after day, until one day, quietly perishing in some dark corner.

Staring at the unconscious Adams, Stuart angrily said, "These damned Alien Clans, I'm going to send them to the gallows."

Raphael suddenly asked, "Are you blaming me for stopping you just now?"

Hearing this question, the angry Stuart lowered his head and slowly said, "I... wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't dare or don't blame?"

Seeing Stuart not answer, Raphael wasn't angry, remaining calm and amicable, saying the same thing, "One day, you'll understand what I mean."

In Raphael's view, this greatest Starlight Knight of the current Mount of Light was just a naïve child.

But Raphael could understand all of it.

Stuart grew up on Mount of Light since childhood, always receiving the most orthodox knightly education.

Always upholding the beliefs in his heart, filled with compassion and sympathy for humans, hatred and loathing for heretics.

In Stuart's heart, the Sanctuary of Light was a sacred organization secretly protecting humanity from the persecution of dark forces.

But now, watching Alien Clans persecute humans, being unable to extend a helping hand, the blow to Stuart is evident.

"But sometimes, events in the world can't be simply distinguished by light and darkness."

Raphael couldn't speak those words out loud,

Only when Stuart becomes more experienced will he naturally comprehend their meaning.

Raphael knew very well.

This mission, while ostensibly assessing Adams's eligibility to enter the Holy Mountain,