"Ahhh—!"
Knox let out a guttural scream as he collapsed to the ground, eyes locked on Chris in disbelief and pain.
Both arms gone.
That meant no more fighting. No more power. No more second chances.
"You… you're ruthless…" he gasped, voice trembling.
"Thanks," Chris said flatly. "Ethan's gonna love hearing that."
Without a flicker of hesitation, he raised his combat knife again and drove it toward Knox's thigh, clearly planning to give him the same treatment he'd given Blake.
Chris didn't know much about torture techniques. He just did what felt right.
But before the blade could sink in, Ethan stepped in.
"Alright, Chris. That's enough. Don't stab him yet. We might need his ability for your dad. If you kill him by accident, that's a waste."
Chris paused, then nodded. "Got it."
He pulled the knife back and turned his gaze toward the remaining Enhanced behind Knox.
