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He began to laugh nearly maniacally, his voice eerie, "Now, it's Hannah's turn."
The one he couldn't have, Arnold Simmons wasn't going to have either.
Many years ago, Jimmy Simmons had repeatedly led people to beat Arnold Simmons countless times.
It started as a test, but later on, weapons appeared in their hands.
He had used sticks, chairs, and also knives.
Every time he smashed the weapon in his hand onto the person lying on the ground, it brought Jimmy Simmons immense pleasure.
Especially when that person was Arnold Simmons.
Arnold Simmons had never resisted.
Even a stray dog kicked on the roadside would whimper, but Jimmy Simmons remained silent.
So, this was the first time.
Arnold Simmons made a fierce move.
Jimmy Simmons tried to resist, but he was no match for Arnold Simmons at all.
In just a few strikes, he was subdued, his face covered in dark bruises, blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth, dripping one by one onto the floor.