With a crisp crack, Adams let out a scream, crying out in agony, "My leg, my leg..."
"It's not over. This is just the beginning. Just wait to become a cripple."
"No!"
Seeing the raised baseball bat, Adams quickly shouted, "I don't want anything. Not money, not even a penny. Just let me go, and I'll leave America right away. I'm begging you!"
"Dear Mr. Adams, it's too late for you to say that now. You can say goodbye to your left leg, forever."
As the baseball bat swung down, Adams bent forward, his whole body curling up like a shrimp, his left leg twisted at an unnatural angle.
Under the hands-on cruelty of the Blood Clan, Adams's left leg at the knee joint turned into a comminuted fracture.
Even with the most advanced orthopedics treatment today, Adams could forget about walking on two legs.
The intense pain made Adams let out a heartrending wail,
The scream, though not far-reaching, was drowned by the sound of waves crashing.
"No! No! I'm begging you."
