Underestimated Retribution

CHAPTER 164: D-DAY

He lifted his head again, but at the same time, Derek Campton stretched his hand, stealing a knife in the knife rack and thrusting it as far as it could go into the Russian's neck.

Clutching his neck in disbelief, the Russian was crippled instantly. The blood that flowed from his neck told Derek that he had slightly missed his artery. From Derek's calculations, his opponent had less than an hour to live.

The man collapsed onto the floor, and Derek used the time to wash the huge gash on his forehead. He managed to wash the wound on his arm too, then opened the kitchen cabinet to retrieve bandages and methylated spirit from the band aid.

When he was okay enough to drag the huge Russian back to the sitting room, thirty minutes had flown by. Thirty minutes was precious time because he knew that in a few minutes, his opponent wouldn't be able to let out a single word.

Positioning him before the camera of his phone, Derek Campton started to ask the most important questions, the questi