Chapter 87 Gambling With His Life

• He spat out blood and narrowed his eyes at me. I knew there were a thousand and more things he wanted to say, but the blood and pain made it difficult for him to.
• I'd let him walk free with just a tooth missing and several broken bones, despite what he did in the past. The young girl who died because of him was probably still turning in her grave, and I think it's time to give her the justice I denied her.
• Jack returned with the bucket of water and the nylon. I took it from him and covered Roderick's head, then I asked him to pour the water down.