"You want to sell your life to me? Then follow your own rules. Cut off one of your fingers to show me your sincerity."
After finishing, Theophilus looked at Richard indifferently.
Richard took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, suddenly gripping his left little finger tightly and pulling hard.
Crack!
The sound of bone breaking echoed as Richard's little finger went limp, twisted to the point of deformation, and swelled terribly, effectively crippled.
His face turned ashen, his body shook violently, and his teeth gritted. After all, cutting off a finger is a pain that ordinary people can hardly bear.
Theophilus said coldly: "I'll spare your life for now."
"Thank you, Mr. Jake..." Richard gasped and spoke.
"You must not speak of tonight's events to anyone." Theophilus said slowly:
