Several men and women stopped, and then the leader pointed his axe at a small door hidden behind a shelf.

"There's still food in there."

Finally, their focus shifted to the small door.

"Damn it! No wonder they haven't found anything. They've hidden it inside!" Negan hurriedly blocked the door. "There's nothing in there but my wife."

"Get out of the way!"

The man swung his axe violently, cutting Negan's skin with the sharp blade.

Warm blood instantly ran down Negan's collar.

Negan was more afraid of blood than anything else, but he had the presence of mind to act in front of these guys.

He shuddered when he realized he was bleeding. "Don't... Your axe..."

"Dad!" Tom cried out.

"Hum!" the man snorted, pushing Negan against Tom, and then he entered through the small door.

Ike quickly stepped forward. "Let's not force each other. Nobody will benefit from it," he said.

The man was wiry, slightly shorter than Ike, and smartly dressed, with silver studs in his ears.

In terms of facial features, he was the kind of guy girls would love. Too bad the man was so short that he had to tilt his head to look Ike in the eye.

"Ha ha?" the man smirked as if he was on TV. He probably thought he was invincible.

His expression was so bad, just like a villain with a crooked mouth on a TV show.

He was ugly as hell.

"Do you want to die, you little bastard?" the man said arrogantly. Even his tone of speech was grandiose. Ike always thought that actors were too over the top, but the man seemed genuinely proud. "You can try," Ike replied calmly. "But I advise you to gather your things and leave."

"I'm bleeding... I'm bleeding..." Negan muttered in a panic beside him. Tom knew that Negan was very afraid of getting hurt and bleeding, so he hurriedly fetched a tissue to cover Negan's wound. "It's okay, it's okay, it's not much," Tom reassured him. But as he spoke, blood continued to flow from his nose.

Tom's nosebleed dripped onto Negan's body, creating a pool of blood.

It was very sickening.

Negan was almost unconscious. "Dad! Dad!" Tom cried out frantically.

Linda, who had been listening from the room, heard Tom's anguished cry and rushed out uncontrollably, thinking something was wrong outside.

This is what she saw when she came out:

Negan rolled his eyes and fell into a pool of blood. The white tissue around his neck was stained, and Tom's face was covered in blood! "Negan!"

"What did you do? I'll kill you!"

Linda let out a gut-wrenching cry and rushed out. Ike stopped her. The scene became chaotic, and the woman with the knife slapped Linda in the face. "Come on, bitch!" she roared.

The woman's slap was so hard that it almost knocked Aunt Linda off her feet.

The woman with the knife slapped Linda again, and Ike had to block it.

Aunt Linda lunged forward, grabbed the leader's hair, and tore at it. Ike could no longer control the situation. As he tried to pull Linda back, he heard the woman coldly say from behind, "Fuck you, go to hell!"

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Things escalated quickly, and Ike caught a glimpse of a sharp knife in his peripheral vision.

Almost instinctively, he unleashed the 'Grasping Hand' technique he had practiced day and night, simulating it in his mind a hundred times.

Ike disarmed his opponent and drew his knife. With a swift, rotational movement of his body, he stabbed the woman in the heart.

In one fluid motion, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, although the moment was brief.

But Ike had a plan in mind for what would happen next: Either we could scare these people off.

Or we could kill them all!

"Chi~" It was the sound of something being punctured. The woman staggered back several steps from the force and looked at her bloody

hands in shock and disbelief.

She took one last look at her chest, where the hole was bleeding. She leaned against the shelf, her expression fragile and twitching. She slowly struggled to sit on the ground.

Blood spilled onto the floor as if a silent barrier had been struck. There was a heaving in her chest, her eyes staring helplessly and longingly at Ike. Her chin trembled, her lips slightly parted, and then two tears streamed down her face.

Her face also grew pale, and the heaving of her chest became visibly calmer, except for the twitching of the muscles around her lips.

Ike turned slowly, holding his knife.

Everyone in the room stopped moving. All eyes were on him.

But after about ten seconds, a huge roar erupted from everyone who had reacted, and they rushed towards Ike with their weapons raised! But it was just a bluff.

They were all afraid of Ike's blood-stained knife!

With a slight movement of his body, Ike grabbed the leader by the hair from behind.

He pressed the bloody blade against the man's neck, causing him to tremble.

The axe in the man's hand fell weakly to the ground.

It made a loud bang, like an alarm bell, warning the others that they were in danger!

All movement stopped once again, seemingly concerned about the man's safety, but their trembling hands showed their fear.

Ike looked at them, then back at the man, and wiped the blood from the knife on the man's neck. Ike said slowly, "Do you know what it feels like to have your throat cut?"

The man's muscles twitched, and he dared not speak. His throat began to weep.

Ike said, "I've heard that blood from major arteries can shoot up to two feet in the air. Do you think that's true or false?"

"Hmm..." The man's facial expression had been completely distorted, worse than crying. He wanted to speak, but his fear prevented him from doing so.

Just a whimpering sound.

He thought his heart was strong enough, but it turned out to be weak.

The sticky blood on his neck seemed to have a high temperature, it was boiling.

The thought of fresh, dead blood on his neck and a man contemplating whether or not to slit his throat filled him with despair and fear.

"Hmm..." He sobbed.

"Will you come back?" Ike asked.

The man shook his head quickly and desperately. "How can I trust you?" Ike asked.

"I dare not..." The man tried his best and failed to say a complete word, but he was in tears.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence, but at the same time he also felt warmth on

his lower body—he had urinated... Ike gave a cold laugh.

To a man's ears, Ike's laugh was extremely perverted and terrifying! Aikeyu let go of the man and finally said, "Take something and leave."

The men and the looters fled like amnesty, and one man tried to pick up an axe.

Ike put his foot on the axe handle and suddenly said, "Wait."

The man with the axe sat down on the ground in horror, and the others who were fleeing froze and reluctantly turned around again.

Ike pointed to the weapons in their hands. "Leave the weapons. Go." In less than ten seconds, they all left, leaving a trail of urine and blood!

As soon as they left, Linda, who had been struggling not to fall, sat on the ground and burst into tears! Negan was awake. He saw the dead woman under the shelf over there, and he saw the knife in Ike's hand. Now he was expressionless, staring straight ahead with a glazed face.

"Ike..."

Tom strode over and hugged Ike.

Ike was wrapped around Tom's shoulders, his muffled cries heard in his ears.

Suddenly, grief came over him, and Ike hugged Tom, patted him on the back of the head, and said as smoothly as he could:

"It's okay, it's all taken care of."

"Well..." Tom's hands were clutching his back, and he couldn't stop crying.

...

Ike is 20 years old. Technically, he's still a student. But he's already committed murder.

"They were robbing the house and I was just defending myself," Ike called back.

Negan heard Ike's point. "Well, since you've decided to turn yourself in, I'll go with you tomorrow." The wound on Negan's neck was minor, and he applied iodine and bandaids.

There were tears in his eyes, a lot of guilt and intolerance.

Negan scratched his hand on his knee before he burst into tears. "I'm wrong, I'm bad, I'm useless!" If he was useful, he wouldn't put a child through this!

It's just cowardice!

"Why is this happening... God, what have we done wrong..." Linda howled. "You go back and rest first, I'll clean up here."

Tom came over and whispered to Ike.

Think about it, Ike. Tom walked him through the rolling door. It was completely dark outside. It should have been dawn.

Tom walked him outside the iron gate. "Did you decide to turn yourself in? What if they take you into custody?"

Ike laughed. "Then they don't have enough room in their detention center." Tom saw his smile and felt his heartthrob. "Ike, thank you."

With these words, Tom began to shed tears, not crying, just tears, tears that couldn't stop. "Thank you."

"All right." Ike patted Tom on the back. "Go home and comfort your parents. I'm okay." "Hmm." Tom wept.

The two parted.