The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 216 Death By Twenty Cuts!

In the dark night, a murder of crows circled and crowed loudly as if they were ushering in death.

There were bright lights at a nearby common cemetery in the forested hills. Yael was bound to a large

tree. His casual clothes were already in tatters and covered in fresh blood. He was drenched in blood.

Above his head were two iron chains with a hook on each end. The hooks pierced directly into his

shoulder blades. The shiny hooks were stained with blood and flesh and glimmered ominously under

the lights.

The intense pain caused Yael’s body to tremble involuntarily. His face was pale without a trace of

blood. His mouth quivered and moaned in pain as he tightly clenched his teeth. His eyes remained

bright as stars while radiating his intense fury.

Clink…clank…

Not far off, sounds of spades digging the soil could be heard. The shadows of men working in the dark

could be vaguely seen.

Slash!

A middle-aged man slashed Yael’s shoulder and the flesh curled outwards and fresh blood flowed.

Yael’s body trembled violently and grunted.

“You can really endure. You screamed when the hooks penetrated your shoulder blades but you just

grunted for these thirteen slashes.” The middle-aged man laughed. He was ferocious and callous while

he pretended to pity Yael, “What a pity. With your temperament and abilities, you certainly would have Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

the chance to become the head of the family if you had behaved. Even if you didn’t do anything, you’ll

still live luxuriously until your death.”

“Sadly, you chose to leave the family. It’s truly a loss to the Quinn family.”

Yael slowly raised his head and his bloody face glared ferociously at the middle-aged man. Yael

laughed. The pain could be seen in his grin as he laughed terrifyingly.

“Pftt!” He spat a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the middle-aged man’s face. Yael laughed and said,

“Harold, aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you?”

The middle-aged man was Harold Quinn, Yael’s third uncle of the Quinn family.

Harold’s eyes flashed with fury as he wiped the blood from his face. He grinned at Yael, “No hurry, your

grave is almost ready.”

He took two steps backward, stretched his back, and stuck the dagger into the tree trunk.

“Oh Yael, you are truly the dragon of the family. What a pity that you don’t even have the chance to kill

me. You will soon be buried over there.”

“The Quinn family is kind to you and will bury you in a common cemetery rather than in the wilderness.

This was my idea. If you turn into a ghost, you must not return to haunt me!”

Harold sat on a rock and lit a cigarette. He took a long draw on the cigarette and then exhaled out the

thick smoke.

He scoffed, “I actually admire you. You are young and dared to kill your father. Even if your father was

my brother, I felt that you were right to kill him but you killed him too quickly. You should have done

what I’m doing now, to slowly torture him to death.” Harold’s eyes revealed his ruthlessness as he said.

He turned and said furiously to Yael, “It was fine that you killed your father and then left the family. Now

with what you just did, you just forced the Quinn family to kill you. Yael, you are so silly!” He said with a

trace of sympathy.

Yael laughed with disdain, “Alligator tears, fake sympathy.” He stuttered under the intense pain.

“No disrespect from you! You incorrigible unfilial son!” Harold suddenly stood up and grabbed the

dagger.

Slash!

Yael’s body trembled again and his left shoulder was cut and blood splattered. But he grunted through

his tightly clenched teeth.

The air was thick with the foul smell of blood. The ground beneath Yael became a patch of blood-

soaked mud. His body trembled in the intense pain. The only thing that never changed was the sharp

look of hatred in his eyes.

“The head of the family ordered a death by twenty cuts before burying you. Six cuts remained.” Harold

said coldly as he stared with his ferocious eyes. His right hand trembled as he held tightly to the blood-

soaked dagger.

As a Quinn, Harold had experienced all kinds of crises. But he looked at Yael’s stare with fear and

apprehension.

“You should be thankful to me that I didn’t do anything to that girl. Why do you hate me so much?”

Harold asked as he clenched his teeth.

“You, can’t afford to offend… the Vaughn family!” Yael said with disdain.

“Shut up!”

Slash! The fifteenth cut.

Anyone else would have squealed like a pig but Yael continued to grunt which sent a shiver down

Harold’s spine.

“You shouldn’t hate me. This is the family order to punish the unfilial son to death!” Harold’s pupil

constricted and his eyes glimmered his fear of Yael. When their eyes met, Harold’s spirit had already

lost to the young Yael.

Yael endured the intense pain, heaved a sigh, and laughed coldly, “If I don’t die, I will destroy the Quinn

family.”

“Your death is certain!”

Slash! The sixteenth cut and fresh blood flowed.

Fresh blood flowed from Yael’s body as he clenched his teeth and sucked the cold air through the gaps

in his teeth. But he continued to stare fiercely at Harold like a beast and gnarled, “The Quinn family

deserves death. The Quinns are nothing but animals dressed in clothes.”

“Preposterous!”

Slash! The seventeenth cut.

A distance away, a few Quinn family members who were digging the grave looked over to Harold. Their

faces were pale, their blood chilled and their bodies were covered with cold sweat. They continued to

lower their head to dig but their hands started to tremble and weaken.

“Yael, you were born to the Quinn family and now will die by the Quinn family!” The murderous voice

echoed through the forest.

The crows gathered together and cawed loudly above them. Harold’s body trembled even more as he

looked directly at Yael. He felt Yael’s chill radiating from his feet to the heavens.

Slash! The eighteenth cut.

Yael suddenly laughed. Blood began to ooze from his nose but his stare didn’t change. “I swear by my

mother’s life that I will destroy the entire Quinn family!”

Kaboom!

It was as if Harold was struck by a lightning. Immediately he frowned furiously and at the same time, he

became terrified.

Harold declared, “Insane! You are insane! Father’s right, you should die!”

Slash! The nineteenth cut.

Immediately Harold laughed ferociously, “You are out of time. The grave is ready. With a final cut, I’ll

send you on your way. Your curses are worthless now!”

Glint!

Harold raised his dagger and it glimmered in the lights.

Yael laughed with disdain, “I have a pal.”

“Jack? He won’t be here on time. You would be six feet under by the time he found you. Do you really

think that a bastard like him can become the head of the Hughes family? And help you to soar to the

skies?”

Whoosh!

The cold dagger whistled through the wind as it found its mark.

The twentieth cut!

Suddenly, a cold voice roared like a clap of thunder.

“He is right. His pal is here!”