Chapter 1365 Techniques

Sure enough, Lazarus was a lefty. He wrote beautifully, far more so than many right-handed people.

"There, done." Satisfied, Yuvaan picked up the contract.

"At long last, it's over." Dion then stepped on the amputated fingers.

"Ah... ah..." Lazarus shrieked as though Dion had taken his dagger and cut his hand off again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I truly am. I didn't mean to." Dion apologized as he twisted his right foot a little harder.

"You b*stards! Mr. Lelga won't let you off the hook! He most certainly will not! You're all dead soon! You're all going to die! You're going to hell..." Lazarus laughed maniacally.

He'd gone mad. He'd fully gone insane. He was pushed to the brink of madness.

"Is that so? I'm curious how Lelga is going to kill us." Yuvaan laughed. He then took Dion's dagger and took one step at a time toward Lazarus.