But Nathan didn't stop there. He took out a steak knife and slammed it onto the table.
"Ah!!!"
Berg let out another scream, nearly fainting from the pain.
In just the blink of an eye, Berg's hands were pierced by the knife and fork, pinning him to the iron-covered table.
Drip, drip…
Blood dripped continuously from the knife and fork onto the concrete floor. Cecilia was utterly terrified.
After screaming a few times, Berg began panting heavily; he was about to start cursing when Nathan picked up Carl's set of knives and forks, "Shut up. Say one more word, and I'll nail your head to the table!"
Upon hearing this, Berg's body trembled, and he bit down hard, not daring to make a sound. He could tell Nathan wasn't joking.
"What's going on?"
Carl heard the commotion and rushed out.
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