Mathilda wanted to see what their people would do. She had a feeling the result wouldn’t be too bad.
She asked Eagle to continue, but to do it a lot more slowly. She didn’t ask him to order him to shut up, either.
Of course, there were also those with weaker hearts, greatly affected by his words. Some people shivered in remembrance, and some sobbed.
There were also many who just glared at him, wanting to stab him themselves. One of them was Aditi.
Her eyes were red as she stared at Fargo. She had just been in the hospital where Chris was being operated on.
When she found out this bastard was here, of course, she had to see his death! But look at him now, still yapping!
"I made sure... a lot of them suffered before they died...! Cough!" Fargo yelled. Even when he was losing oxygen faster, even if he was in pain, his willpower carried him on for a while longer. "I wanted... to see the hopelessness of not seeing their loved ones again—"
"I..." he said while the people tried to tighten the rope from below. "Will continue to haunt all of you—"
It was at this point that Rebi jumped up the gallows. He was carrying Juliet, who looked directly at Eagle and Mathilda. "Please loosen it! Please loosen the ropes!"
"What?" Eagle asked, blinking, while Mathilda smiled a little.
Interestingly, a lot of people agreed with Juliet and Rebi.
"Yes, please loosen it!" Aditi and a few others also yelled. At first, Eagle and the others were puzzled until they understood what this was about.
Indeed, how could they let him lose consciousness, thinking he got under their skin?!
At this, Eagle slightly loosened the ropes. Fargo was still hanging, but he was able to support himself by tilting his remaining leg.
More victims stepped forward, most standing just under the gallows, while some climbed up. They all looked at Fargo with various expressions on their faces but he realized that none of them had the terror and pain he expected them to have.
However, he refused to believe he didn’t get to them. They must be pretending! "You want to hear more?" he asked, blood and drool drooping down his shirt.
"You can shut up now," Juliet said, ordering him. She was a citizen thanks to her many contributions rescuing girls from depression, and this meant she could order slaves around. Fargo’s veins popped at in indignance, but it also sent seething pain down his spine.
Eagle’s lips twitched. It did indeed feel more satisfying for Fargo to be ordered around by somehow he looked down on so much.
"We’re not keeping you alive," Juliet said. "We just wanted you to see that you do not affect us, that you cannot have any impact in our lives anymore."
Rebi nodded as he stepped forward, patting his wife’s shoulder. "We want to witness your death the same way we want to see a flying cockroach dead so they wouldn’t sneak around dirty our environment."
Atlas was one of the people who later climbed up the gallows. He looked coldly at Fargo. "My brother was a good soul, you and your people took," he said. "I want to witness your pitiful death in his stead."
How dare she!
"It’s why you liked blowing things up, don’t you?" Juliet added. "Like a child throwing a tantrum to get noticed."
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