usatvline Chapter 465 Excuses
Chapter 465 Excuses
As soon as the word "kneel" came out, Butch's already ugly face became even uglier:
"Constance, does it have to be like this?"
"Hmm?" Constance smiled as she looked at her defeated opponent. She waved her hand casually, and someone immediately brought her a chair. She sat on it comfortably and said again, "Kneel down! Don't make me repeat myself for the third time."
At this time, the people around Constance also began to join in: "Are you deaf? Didn't you see our boss told you to kneel down! Hurry up!"
The people of Constance are more organized, but that doesn't mean they are good people. Before being taken to the seed vault, most of them were criminals and slaves.
If these people replaced Butch's original position in the organization and became the top of the "Seed", and Constance did not restrain and discipline them in the future, their behavior would not necessarily be much better than that of the people in Butch's organization. Some people do not do evil not because of their kindness, but because they do not have the ability to do evil.
Seeing his subordinates' behavior, Constance still kept smiling on the surface, as if he was very pleased with their flattery, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned.
Obviously, she did not agree with her subordinates' actions at this time. She wanted to kill Butch and the others so that her own people would not be bullied. Although she did not have such a lofty reason to say that this was for the sake of preventing others from being bullied, in her opinion, bullying the weak was not what the strong did.
However, in order to complete Howard's plan, she can only temporarily indulge her subordinates. After all, she was the one who started it.
Under the threats and pushing of Constance's men, Butch's face became extremely ugly, but in the end he bent his knees and really knelt down in front of Constance.
Constance was stunned by Butch's behavior, and the wrinkles between her brows deepened. But after she came to her senses, she still pretended to be arrogant and sarcastic:
"Tsk tsk tsk! Weren't you quite capable when you bullied our people a few days ago? Why are you kneeling down today just because I tell you to?"
"You guys are awesome, I have nothing to say," Butch replied.
Seeing the other party cooperate so well, Constance had to think of other tricks. She used her feet to sweep the scattered food on the ground into a small pile, pushed it in front of Butch, and spit into it.
"Eat it, and everything that happened before will be written off," Constance said.
The accumulated food waste consisted of dirty rice, crushed meat patties and leaves, and fish bones. The blackened rice was piled up like a tower, with fish bones sticking out and a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging from it.
Butch's expression became even uglier. His whole body was shaking, and the blood vessels on his arms and forehead appeared and disappeared. It was obvious that his patience had reached its limit.
Just when everyone thought he was about to explode, he calmed down.
"Constance, you said that if I eat this, the past will be wiped out. Does that mean that as long as I eat it, you will release me and my brothers?"
Constance: "That's right. Their lives are in your hands now."
So Butch took a long breath and then exhaled.
Then he crawled to the pile of garbage, lowered his head, reached out and grabbed a handful of sticky, disgusting kitchen waste.
His hands holding the garbage were shaking, but he still slowly put it into his mouth centimeter by centimeter.
Just as Butch opened his mouth to put the garbage in, Constance finally couldn't help it. She kicked Butch's face into the pile of garbage, causing the crowd to laugh.
"Can't you have some dignity?!" Constance cursed. "We're under control here! Where's your head?"
This is, frankly, a prison. The conflict between Constance and Butch is nothing more than a prisoner brawl; they aren't some abstract prison gang with absolute firepower. The prison guards, the men in blue, wield overwhelming violence against those in white.
In a place where even sugar can be used as a weapon, Constance and her friends would have to work hard to kill someone, not to mention that many people simply don't have the courage to do so.
It was precisely because of this that Constance dared to take the initiative against Butch and the others when the difference in strength between the two sides was unclear. Because winning would be the best, but losing wouldn't put their lives in danger. Even if they couldn't win, if they could hurt the other party and make them realize that they were not to be trifled with, then they would have achieved their goal.
And this stupid big guy couldn't understand this?
Constance stepped on Butch's bald head, and the man became motionless after she stepped on him. Constance's eyes jumped, and she thought she had accidentally stepped on the man to death.
But soon she felt the power coming through the soles of her shoes. Butch slowly and powerfully raised his head from the garbage pile, and anyone could feel his anger.
The onlookers were shocked and kept retreating. Although they had just won, they were caught off guard and fought for their lives at that time, while Butch and his men had no intention of fighting to the death.
But now, this big guy seems to want to fight to the death.
Constance was the only one who didn't retreat. She kicked the chair away, swallowed her saliva, and prepared to fight.
"Roar!"
Butch roared and pounced on Constance, who was closest to him. Constance crossed her arms to block, but was still knocked away. Butch obviously did not intend to let her go. After Constance fell to the ground, he chased her again, pressed his knee on her abdomen before she got up, and then continued to hammer Constance in the face.
Under Butch's attack, Constance could only raise her hands to defend herself, but this was not a long-term solution. After just a few punches, her arms began to feel numb and weak. If no one could stop Butch at this time, Constance might really be beaten to death here.
Christina on the second floor covered her mouth nervously, her body leaning on the railing, ready to go down and stop it at any time.
Even Howard stood up and said that this plan was still risky. If Constance failed, he would use his own blood to save her.
The insane Butch kept beating Constance, who was pinned under him, and yelled as he beat her: "Why! Why are you doing this? Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you force me to kill you?"
But he suddenly saw a smile on the face of Constance, who was pinned down by him and could only passively defend herself.
That's right, I want to force you to kill me.
This smile slowed down the speed of Butch's fist, and Constance pulled away one of her blocking hands, so the slightly weaker punch landed on Constance's chest.
"cough!"
Constance took the blow head-on, and reaching behind her, she pulled out a real dagger from under her clothes.
Christina's dagger.
Then it stabbed directly into Butch's abdomen.
Because only if you want to kill me will I have an excuse to kill you.