Meanwhile…
"How funny life is. Yesterday, you guys wanted to bury me alive, but look at you now." Angelo scoffed, moving his head to the person lying on the bed next to him.
There, Inigo was not in a better condition than Angelo -- the former was far worse. Inigo had barely made it out alive. If Angelo was beaten until he inflicted fractures, Inigo, on the other hand, had gunshot wounds and missing vital areas.
It was a miracle that he was already conscious. Surely, villains don't easily die.
"Ha ha," Inigo let out a weak laugh. Yet, laughing weakly still hurts his insides like hell.
"Good for you, f*cker." Seeing him wince, Angelo scoffed. He felt no remorse seeing Inigo suffer. For him, Inigo deserved it.
"If not for these handcuffs, I'll smother you."
Inigo watched his breathing, keeping it at minimal. Surely, he had gone overboard last night.
