He began to laugh nearly maniacally, his voice eerie, "Now, it’s Hannah’s turn."
The one he couldn’t have, Arnold Simmons wasn’t going to have either.
Many years ago, Jimmy Simmons had repeatedly led people to beat Arnold Simmons countless tis.
It started as a test, but later on, weapons appeared in their hands.
He had used sticks, chairs, and also knives.
Every ti he smashed the weapon in his hand onto the person lying on the ground, it brought Jimmy Simmons imnse pleasure.
Especially when that person was Arnold Simmons.
Arnold Simmons had never resisted.
Even a stray dog kicked on the roadside would whimper, but Jimmy Simmons remained silent.
So, this was the first ti.
Arnold Simmons made a fierce move.
Jimmy Simmons tried to resist, but he was no match for Arnold Simmons at all.
In just a few strikes, he was subdued, his face covered in dark bruises, blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth, dripping one by one onto the floor.
Then it spread to the cracks, reaching Arnold Simmons’ feet.
The thick scent of blood couldn’t wash away the oppressive gloom on him, "I’m asking you one last ti, where is Hannah?"
Jimmy Simmons stretched his mouth into a smile, blood pouring into his throat, his voice becoming indistinct, "Don’t know."
Arnold Simmons let go, letting the person fall heavily at his feet.
In the short few minutes it took, no one dared to intervene, at most they would take a glance, and then they all busied themselves with searching.
The villa wasn’t very big, so it took less than half an hour to search the place thoroughly with the number of people present.
Arnold Simmons didn’t waste any more ti on the villa or Jimmy Simmons, he grabbed a flashlight and started searching the surroundings with his n.
He believed in Hannah, she definitely wouldn’t co to harm.
...
Jack Stewart arrived later.
By the ti he arrived, Arnold Simmons had already taken his n to search along the beach and even the mangrove forest behind the villa.
Only two people were left in the villa to watch Jimmy Simmons.
Jimmy Simmons was tied to a chair, his face and clothes all covered in bloodstains, looking utterly distressed.
It seed he had already fallen unconscious.
Jack Stewart took one look and then turned to enter the kitchen.
When he ca out, he was holding a rolling pin in his hand.
With all his strength, Jack Stewart beat Jimmy Simmons over and over.
Jimmy Simmons was awakened by the pain, and when he saw the person hitting him was Jack Stewart, he was about to make a sarcastic remark, but a cloth was stuffed into his mouth.
"If sothing happens to Hannah, I’ll kill you even if I have to go to prison for it!"
Jack Stewart stared at him with red eyes, gave him a piercing look, and then turned and left.
The villa fell completely silent again.
Jimmy Simmons turned his head and stared blankly at the opened jar of sugar in the kitchen.
Before long, laughter tinged with self-mockery and pain overflowed from his throat.
...
The afternoon had just passed, and the sky had already turned completely dark.
The tide rolled in, the cold wind howled continuously, and the waves roared against the cliffs, the crashing sounds growing louder and more frequent.
The dark clouds connected with the churning sea, seeming like the edge of the world about to collapse at any mont.
A storm was coming soon.
If Hannah was outside at this ti, her situation would beco very dangerous.
Arnold Simmons didn’t dare waste a mont, braving the cold wind and searching along the shore.
The number of people searching increased more and more.
But until now, there was still no clue about Hannah.
She seed to have suddenly disappeared from this world, untraceable no matter how hard they searched.
*
After escaping from Louis Snyder, Hannah followed the direction where she rembered the sun rising and kept heading north.
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