Chapter 123: Tonight’s Last Event
"Cough! Cough!"
Crawling up from the pool of scarlet liquid, Seven lay on the cold ground in fits of continuous coughs and heavy breathing.
Lying face down with his back towards the ceiling, heaving gasps echo in the otherwise quiet room. Surrounded by the pitying look of fellow comrades, the middle-aged man stretched out a trembling right arm into the air.
It almost looks as if the middle-aged man is asking for the help of fellow teammates with this action.
But that is not it.
Under the focused stare of everyone who has no intentions to help. Quivering fingers of his right hand trembled while curving inwards in slow motion one by one until only the middle finger was left standing. Like a proud flag stabbed into the ground for all to see, Seven raised his shivering arm upwards with a breathless declaration.
"Fuck… you all."
His arm then fell back down helplessly with a hard smack against the ground.