Guess When I Woke Up

"Rip." It sounded like tearing paper.

"This time, it's the foot."

"This time, it's the left hand."

Terror and brutality filled the air. Including Craig, the group of men felt like they were in an ice-cold abyss. They remembered the fear they felt when they first saw Clark and how he effortlessly killed The Licker with a single strike.

"Clark, I beg you, please don't kill me! I beg you! It was a moment of madness! I didn't hurt anyone from your group!" One of them knelt on the ground, frantically bowing and sobbing. He couldn't resist and didn't dare to resist.

At this moment, he only hated himself for not controlling his lower desires, for getting involved in this. The sight of his companion being torn limb from limb drove him nearly insane.

"Why? Why did I provoke this devil before my eyes?"

Clark gently lifted his head. With two fingers like iron pliers, he gripped the man's chin. Unlike the smile on his face, there was a burning anger in his heart.

He had regained consciousness two days ago but was suffering from mental exhaustion, preventing him from fully awakening.

"Look at me, scum!" Clark's fingers exerted slow, bone-crushing pressure, making a grating sound.

In just a few seconds, as the man's screams died down in his throat, his face had been deformed by Clark's grip.

Craig, who was the furthest away, dared not move at all. Although Clark had not looked at him, he could feel an almost imperceptible intent to kill locking onto him. His heart was filled with horror. Why had Clark suddenly awakened?

Blood seeped from the gaps between Clark's fingers. He casually shook his hand and then walked toward the place where the tattooed man lay.

The tattooed man crawled backward in terror, using his hands and feet. However, drained of strength, he writhed on the ground like a maggot.

"Weren't you trying to kill me?" Clark said.

He stomped down with one foot, instantly shattering the tattooed man's knee like a dried twig.

"No, no... I didn't mean it, big brother!" The tattooed man's voice was hoarse, sounding like an elderly person on their deathbed, his psychic power drained by the glove.

"I didn't mean it? Weren't you planning to use a dog leash to control me and Arnold? Wanting to decapitate me?" Clark ignored his pleas and, in an instant, tore off his other leg.

"Ah!" The tattooed man managed only to let out a miserable scream before he passed out in agony. Clark cruelly smiled, thinking that the man could faint in front of him? He singlehandedly grabbed the man's head, and his psychic power pierced into the man's brain like needles.

"Ah! Clark, I'm lower than beast, I'm just a piece of shit! Please, spare me!"

"Spare you? Go ask if Uncle would be willing to spare you."

Clark turned the man's head to face the corpse of Uncle, and their eyes met, one living and one lifeless.

"Ah!!!" Regret and fear overwhelmed him, and he lost control of his bladder. If he could choose to die, he would rather kill himself than endure this torment.

Clark ignored his pleas and crushed his bones inch by inch.

"Bang!" As the tattooed man fainted again, Clark slapped his head into his chest with a single palm, ending his life.

In the room, all three men Craig had brought with him died instantly, leaving only him and Clark.

"Thump." Craig didn't hesitate to kneel on the ground, moving his knees closer to Clark.

"Clark, none of this has anything to do with me. I was forced into it! Please spare me. I... I really haven't done anything to offend you! They wanted to kill you! I had no choice but to pretend to be with them to try to get you out!"

Craig wept bitterly, speaking rapidly, afraid that Clark might kill him without even listening.

"If you don't believe me, you can wait for Lynn, wait for Arnold, and ask them. I was the one who saved you and Arnold and brought you up here! Truly, you must believe me!"

In his plea for mercy, he trembled all over, looking at Clark as if awaiting a verdict.

Clark tilted his head, watching Craig's hastily fabricated story with interest. If Clark had just woken up, there was a good chance he would wait until everyone else woke up to verify before making a decision.

"Guess when I woke up?" Clark chuckled, and his right hand instantly reached for Craig's head.

Craig's face turned ashen in an instant, as if he had been struck by lightning. He could feel his scalp tightening, and he feared that in the next second, his head would explode into a bloody mess.

What to do? Under the threat of death, Craig quickly searched his mind for reasons that might temporarily spare Clark's life.

"Marlene! Yes! Marlene was taken upstairs by Augustus' men! And the bandaged girl you brought back, only I know where she is!"

Marlene? The bandaged girl? Clark stopped his actions of crushing Craig's head. Although he had regained consciousness long ago, he could only hear some sounds in the darkness. In an instant, he understood what Craig meant.

Given Augustus' men didn't spare even unconscious women, it was easy to guess their intentions when they took Marlene upstairs.

"Augustus, you have some nerve! Which floor is Marlene on?"

Although Clark didn't have strong feelings for Marlene, she was still Arnold's sister. He respected Arnold, so Marlene was on his side by extension.

Thinking of Augustus' repulsive appearance, anger surged within him.

"Damn scum!" The wind howled as Clark lifted him up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Eighth floor!" Craig was drenched in cold sweat, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The information about Marlene could temporarily spare Clark's life, and Craig's survival depended on revealing the whereabouts of the bandaged girl.

In his mind, even though he didn't know who the bandaged girl was, both of them had been brought back at great risk. She must be important to Clark!

"Don't kill me! I'll tell you!"

However, in the next moment, Clark instantly turned Craig's hands into pulp. Did he really think he could threaten him with just these two pieces of information? He was too naive.

Clark didn't hesitate and went straight for it. He wasn't sparing Craig's life just yet; he needed to confirm the information. He had ways to extract the information from Craig.

Besides, what was this bandaged girl all about? Vaguely, he only remembered that Arnold had brought back someone covered in bandages. Well, he would set that aside for now.