Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 135 | scoffed and reacted. My right hand deflected his punch, while my left smashed the beer bottle | had been holding against Terry's thick skull. The bottle shattered. Terry's head sprayed blood like a fountain, but | was not finished. | yanked him aside and jabbed the jagged edges of the broken bottle into his neck. | was at peak physical condition-fast as lightning. Years of firefighter training had honed my reflexes to a leopard's explosive speed, faster than Terry's bodyguards could react, even a few steps away. "Mr.

Amos!" "Let him go!" Terry was already firmly in my grasp. "Don't move, or this goes straight into his throat!" I bellowed, tightening my grip around his neck. When facing overwhelming disadvantage, one was the top priority: force submission. That was my only path to escape. | had to ensure my employees could leave in one piece. As expected, Terry's bodyguards froze and took a few tentative ---- steps back. Terry finally recovered from the blow of the beer bottle. He yelped, then snarled, "I'm the heir of the Amos family, you bozo! You wouldn't dare hurt me!

If | die, you won't leave Astergrad alive either!" I cut a shallow gash across his skin, enough to draw blood. "Oh, you want to test that theory? Yap more, and I'll personally send you to hell... and then join you so I can fuck you up even harder!" | growled The sting from the bottle and my threat broke his bravado. "You are batshit insane! She's not even your girlfriend! She just works for you! Why care enough to do this? Look, what if we strike a gentleman's agreement? | let your people go, and you let me leave. None of this ever happened," Terry said, fear flickering in his eyes.

| didn't trust him for a second. He could turn on us and order his bodyguards to attack at any moment. | had to keep him pinned if we had any chance of escape "You think I'm as smooth-brained as you? Please. You wouldn't even hesitate to take revenge. That's what spoiled rich brats do," | said. "You know what's better? Me killing yout If | die taking out a shitty rich brat, good on me!" ---- | cackled and pressed the jagged edges of the bottle even harder into his neck. Terry probably sensed my killing intent was real. He knew he had no choice but to yield further. "Stop! Don't, please!

Please, bro! | don't want to die! Just let me live! Why won't you accept my offer? Do you want me to add money? | swear | won't come after you guys again!" "Then tell your bodyguards to piss off. I'll drag you along as | leave, like this. | will let you go only after my employees are safe, "I sneered. | had to be careful not to back him into desperation. One wrong move could be deadly. "Alright! Whatever you say, man! Are you listening? Retreat! Stand outside the restaurant!"