Henry was a thug who had risen from the bottom rung, and the ruthlessness hidden deep within him had come out entirely at this moment. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath as he pointed the knife toward his shoulder and stabbed it in deep without hesitation.
He then stabbed himself two more times in the same locations where he had stabbed his son and the blood gushing out of the wounds dyed him entirely red immediately afterward.
The surroundings turned extremely quiet right now, and the crowd could not help but draw in icy breaths.
No one in Clarkton would believe that someone had forced the Campbell father and son duo to stab themselves unless they witnessed it with their own eyes. Henry also had not held back and stabbed deeper with each subsequent stab.
Their lives were not
