Chapter 731 Hunter's Suicide
Hunter, sharp as ever, pieced it all together.
"Where are Rock and Terry? What did you do to them?"
Those two were top-notch; no way they were in trouble.
Martin shrugged off his suit jacket, his slender fingers unbuttoning his cuffs and the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a bit of his chest, "I have no idea what happened to them," Martin said, unbuttoning, "All I know is we need to settle this today."
Hunter knew it was over.
Everything he cared about, everything he could rely on, Martin had destroyed one by one.
Patricia.
The Miller Group.
Sackler Group.
Now even his last fellows, Rock and Terry, had fallen to Martin.
He had nothing left to fight with.
How could he possibly stand up to Martin now?
But Hunter refused to accept it.
What made him less than Martin?
Why did he keep losing to him?
Why?
Hunter quietly reached under the sofa cushion and found the dagger Rock had stashed there.
If he had to die, he'd take Martin with him.
Martin stepped closer.
Today, Martin wanted to take Hunter down himself.
As Martin approached, Hunter slowly drew the dagger. When Martin was just a couple of feet away, he lunged.
"Martin, if I die, you're coming with me."
Hunter thought he was the smartest guy in the world and could manipulate everyone. However, he lost to Martin.
Martin had seen Hunter's petty action, so he easily dodged the dagger and grabbed Hunter's wrist, trying to disarm him.
Hunter found his intention and swung his other hand at Martin's face.
Although he put in any effort, with a chunk of flesh cutted from his arm, he couldn't muster much strength. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and his punch was weak.
Martin quickly threw Hunter over his shoulder. Hunter hit the ground but got up immediately.
They fought fiercely, neither giving an inch.
Martin had trained before. He wasn't as skilled as Rock and Terry, but he was still formidable, every move ruthless.
Hunter was skilled too.
But he was injured, and his movements were restricted. Even with a dagger, he couldn't take the advantage.
After a while, Hunter started to falter.
Soon, Martin forced him to a corner.
Martin pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at Hunter's forehead, "Hunter, I told you, you're no a match for me. If I hadn't shown mercy, you wouldn't have lasted this long! Nor would so many innocent people have died! Today, I'm ending this."
Hunter looked at him and suddenly laughed.
As he laughed with red eyes, and tears began to flow, "If there's Martin Langley, why did I have to be Hunter Miller?"
His voice was filled with boundless sorrow reaching to the very verge of despair.
Hunter was completely lost.
He cried, "I tried so hard to survive, to be excellent, to gain everyone's approval! Why? Why does no one like me?"
Martin pulled the trigger, his voice cold, "You tried to survive, but that's no excuse for doing bad things. Billy wanted to survive too, but you killed him for your own selfish reasons. And the patients and staff at the orphanage, over two hundred people, all killed by you. Even if you died for ten thousand times, it wouldn't repay what you've done. Today, I'm avenging those innocent lives."
Hunter fearlessly watching the slowly pulled trigger with a bitter smile, "Even if I have to die, it won't be by your hand! You don't have the right!"
After saying that, he raised the dagger and stabbed it into his chest.
Blood seeped from the wound, staining his white shirt red.
Martin looked at Hunter in shock, not expecting him to suicide.
Hunter had already lost the will to live.
From the moment Joshua brought him back to the Miller family, to his brother failed suicide and became insane, his life had plunged into darkness.
Then he luckily met Patricia.
She was like a beam of light in his dark life.
But that light eventually left him too.
Now, betrayed by everyone, with nothing left.
Living was just still breathing.
Better to die quickly.
But the stab wasn't strong enough; why was he still conscious?
Hunter forced a smile, then drove the dagger deeper.
The front of blade completely pierced his body.
Blood gushed from the wound, even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
This time, he felt his consciousness fading, his body going limp, sliding down the wall to the ground.
In a daze, Hunter saw a white mist before his eyes.
In the mist, a figure appeared. It was Patricia. She was smiling at him, so sweetly. She was calling him, "Hunter...".
Since their break, he hadn't heard her call him like that.
If he hadn't been so extreme and obsessive or hadn't done so many things to upset her, would they have ended up like this?
Maybe when a person was about to die, all obsessions dissipated.
Hunter suddenly felt relieved.
He said, "Martin, you know, I really envy you."
Martin looked down at him, in silent.
Hunter didn't care, continuing, "Patricia loves you so much. Even though you hurt her deeply, she still loves you. And I..."
He paused, then continued, "And I, even if I gave her my heart, she wouldn't feel anything."
His voice was weak as he made fun of himself.
He seemed to be speaking incoherently.
Suddenly, he shifted to Billy, "Billy trusted me so much, yet I kept using him and even killed him..."
Only now did he realize how bigoted he had been.
It was like he had been possessed.
To win Patricia, he had done so many terrible things.
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