Tucker Melvis’ testes had also been destroyed.

With a single cut, more than half the organs fell off. The little bits that still clung to his crotch would surely be unsalvageable too. Blood dripped down in a continuous stream.

“Hmmh...” Waltz Fleur frowned in a slightly disgusted manner.

She quickly pulled out the tablecloth and laid it on the ground to prevent the blood from flowing over and dirtying her shoes. “He’s bleeding so much. Could an artery be severed?” Waltz asked Alex Rockefeller.

Alex nodded. “It’s possible. He can’t die yet. I still have questions for him,” he said.

Alex walked forward and tapped Tucker on one of his pressure points to stop the bleeding.

Even so, Tucker’s face was still extremely pale. His legs, now in extreme pain, couldn’t stop shaking. Cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

Angie Homer’s eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. She pointed at Alex. “You… How dare you do this? He’s the young master of Alaska’s Melvis family, grandson of the