?Chapter 877:


    She stopped briefly and then smiled as if she had stumbled upon a pleasant thought.


    “Let’s be merciful for once. Only a month of torment.


    Afterward, return them to their homes. If they’re alone, leave them with someone who once loved them.


    After all, men rid of their manhood is a rare sight, isn’t it? I should offer their family and friends a unique experience.”


    The thirteen men sprawled across the floor recoiled in silent horror, stunned by Harlee’s mercilessness. Yet, despite their apprehension, none of them could summon the strength to utter a simple sentence, let alone resist. Their faces were painted with regret and terror. If they had heeded their leader’s warnings about Harlee, they might still have had a chance to live.


    But life rarely offered second chances.


    Under Harlee’s directives, the soldiers dragged the defeated men away and swiftly scrubbed the room. Soon, the coppery scent of blood gave way to the fresh scent of air freshener.


    Harlee leaned idly against the table’s edge, her movements rxed. This time, she aimed her gun at the three remaining men.


    Her tone was disarmingly casual.


    “I’ll give you a quick end. Pick your preference.”


    It sounded as if she were asking which car they preferred, her demeanor chillingly nonchnt.


    Her words drained all color from the three men’s faces. They had watched the fates of their allies, stripped of their manhood and reduced to husks of themselves. Their terror left them paralyzed. So, when Harlee mentioned they could choose a way to die, they prepared to bite their tongues and end it all.


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    But before they could act, a gunshot broke the tense silence. They reflexively covered their groins, trembling.


    Harlee’s shot merely grazed one man’s thigh. She frowned, irritation shing in her eyes.


    “I believe I said no one dies without my say-so. If you’re so desperate to meet death, I’ll make sure you’re begging to live instead.” Her lips curled into a smile more sinister than any nightmare as she nced at Ritchie.


    “Deal with them the same way as the others.”


    At her words, the three men attempted once more to end their own lives.


    However, before their teeth could meet their tongues, Ritchie moved swiftly, snapping their jaws out of ce before they could act. To even think of dying without Harlee’s consent was a fool’s errand.


    Their failure left them drowning in despair, awaiting whatever cruelty awaited them next.


    cing her gun aside, Harlee flexed her wrist and said, “I’ll give you another chance. You may choose your torment and how you’ll meet your end.”


    Her tone was almost yful as she listed suggestions, her dark humor palpable.


    “Perhaps you’d like to experience our Mogluylia’s ten tortures, right? How about I rmend waist chopping? You’ll be cut in half, but won’t die immediately. You’d survive for a while, fully conscious. It’s quite the spectacle, simr to those who had lost their manhood. What do you think?” The three men frantically shook their heads, their fear beyond words.


    Harlee’s tone was still that of a lively woman offering suggestions.


    “Oh? Not appealing? Weren’t you prepared to die for Hale’s secrets? Yet, you don’t want to die the same way as your allies? Ah… I see. You want to share your allies’ fates, right?”


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