SWNOVELS Chapter 1537
Chapter 1537 I Would Rather It Be Myself
At this critical moment, he still knew how to hit his shoulders instead of his chest and face. Huston didn't know if he should regard him as a brother or not.
The two men, who were more than six feet tall, were fighting at the door. No, it would be more accurate to say that Marcellus was constantly attacking, but Huston was only defending. Marcellus didn't really want to hurt Huston. The direction of his punch didn't hurt at all, but he didn't give in at all. He didn't fight back and just fought with him.
As they bickered, Marcellus's anger rose to a whole new level. When he thought of Beryl, who had been scalded in the video, he felt terrible. A bloodthirsty aura surrounded him. Coincidentally, Huston dodged to the left, and he noticed Huston's movements. He seized the opportunity and swung his fist to the left.
"Bang!"
When his fist hit the flesh, there was a muffled sound.
Everything happened in less than half a minute. The police officer, who had been frightened, came to his senses and immediately called for others to separate Marcellus and Huston.
This punch landed squarely on Huston's glabella, and the weaker parts of his body immediately turned blood red.
Evelyn came over to wipe his face with a tissue and glanced at Marcellus. In the end, she did not blame Marcellus.
After what had happened to Beryl, Marcellus had lost control of his emotions.
"Are you OK?"
Huston took a tissue and wiped his wound to ensure that there would not be any blood left. He broke free from the police officers on both sides and walked towards Marcellus.
Not only was he not angry, but he also smiled. "Have you vented your anger? If you can't, I'll let you punch me again. When you wake up, you can continue to locate Beryl." Marcellus's face darkened, and he did not say anything. His gaze swept past the wound on the man's browbone, and he suddenly remembered the bloody wound of Beryl in the video. He closed his eyes tightly, and his heart was beating very fast.
Seeing that Marcellus had calmed down, Huston gave the two police officers who were holding Marcellus a look. "Let him go."
The young police officer looked at each other and didn't know whether he should let go or not. He was afraid that they would fight again. After all, this was the police station.
Huston patiently repeated, "Let go. It's fine."
As a result, Marcellus was released, but the police officer didn't go far for fear of another fight.
Fortunately, they didn't. Marcellus seemed to have exhausted all his strength in half a minute. At this time, he looked very weak.
He wanted to save Beryl. He wished that the person in the video was him. When he opened his eyes, he saw her lying on the ground. When he closed his eyes, they were full of blood.
It was all her blood, all of it.
She was such a person who was afraid of pain. Usually, he would blow on it when she touched it, but now she fell into the hands of his enemy. The iron pliers were so hot that even a man couldn't stand it. How could she bear it?
What made Marcellus even more devastated was very clear that not all of the videos were recorded. After that, every second before he found Beryl, they would torture her in all kinds of ways.
It was not time that was flowing by her side, but the blood and life of Beryl.
Although he had thought of the worst-case scenario, Marcellus was still on the verge of a mental breakdown when he saw it.
Ward Toby.
Marcellus thought about the two words countless times in his heart. Every time, he almost gnashed his teeth with hatred. He wanted to kill that old bastard with his own hands and wait for Marcellus to find Beryl.