His mind was now filled with the urge to destroy everything.
"Bradley, no, please, don't!"
She helplessly watched him kick Sean, the already weakened man. Sean coughed up a mouthful of blood.
If this continued, Sean would surely die.
Freya exerted all her strength to approach him, holding the needle packet in her palm, leaving a bloodstain with each step.
She staggered, ready to fall with every gust of wind.
Despite the risk of bleeding herself dry, all she wanted was to stop Bradley from harming anyone.
She slowly closed in, and when she was behind him, summoning the last of her strength, she unexpectedly jabbed the silver needle into the back of his neck.
The man's movements stopped!
He suddenly turned his head, his enraged pupils filled with hostility and murderous intent.
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