Ashley's eyes were still covered and she couldn't see anything. She could only hear the sound of something colliding with each other.
"Mr. Frag, knife."
The bodyguard handed him a machete. He reached out to hold the hilt and slid the back of the machete from her wrist.
"Your hand is so beautiful, but unfortunately, it will be separated from you soon."
His words sounded very calm, but Ashley was so scared that she trembled. This Mr. Frag must be a bloodthirsty man. He could really do it.
"Waah... Waah..."
Ashley tried her best to move backward to avoid the cold knife. She shook her head violently and resisted it.
"Behave yourself!" The bodyguard kicked her on the waist. Ashley felt pain and almost fell down. Fortunately, the hand tied behind her helped her, but she fell heavily this time.
Crack! Crack!
A harsh sound of metal scratching the ground could be heard. Ashley could even smell the gunpowder between the two.
"Crack..."