The Black Card System

Chapter Hundred And Eighty

The man grinned as more blood poured out of his mouth. His teeth were colored in his blood, and he winced, then coughed again, placing a hand on his chest.

A look of pain crossed his face, but with that, he tried to smile, and act like he had made the best decision ever.

“Hurry! Call the cops and ambulance.” Charles shouted at the security men, who were stunned at the man who had suddenly taken his life, so he wouldn't be forced to say anything.

They immediately worked out their fingers on their phones, dialing the line of the cops and the ambulance.

“Untie him. He needs to breathe.” Charles said, and the men who were not occupied with their phones, began to cut off the ropes with knives.

The man coughed more, and tried to breathe, but it seemed like each intake of breath caused him inexplicable pain.

“Darn…” he let out, and fell to the floor, writhing and shaking. His face began to have a horrible tint to it, and Charles began to get scared that he'd die, before the ambulance got