As the words fell, the air in the hall suddenly became exceptionally heavy.
Even the lights seemed to have weight, and the four surviving leaders, Jimmy sitting on the ground after being shot, and even Diliya were very tense.
Sweat appeared on her cheeks as if smeared with carbon, her small beady eyes widened, trying to apply final pressure.
Her thick fingers slightly curled, and the thumping heartbeat reminded her of the first time she incited Jimmy to murder, back when she was ten years old.
Under her encouragement, Jimmy used the gun he found to kill the man who was perpetually drunk and violent at home. Watching the man die, Diliya felt pleasure and excitement for the first time in her life.
The kind of satisfaction from using her mind to constantly scheme, kill others, and harvest success was so fulfilling.
Therefore, she didn't want to die; she wanted to continue calculating others and keep doing evil.
She tried to avoid the vile result of perishing together.
