Chapter 172

"Whoosh." The throwing knife sliced through the air and hit the rope on Lillian's left wrist with deadly precision. She was already drenched in sweat, shaking uncontrollably. When she saw Julian toss the blade straight at her, her heart nearly stopped. The moment the knife hit the rope, her eyes widened in terror. Everything went black. Her head tilted, and she passed out cold. Right before she lost consciousness, she'd even wet herself from the fear. Victor's throw came right after Julian's—his blade pinning the rope by her ankle, neat and clean. Just like that, both her left wrist and ankle were freed. Victor looked disgusted, letting out a scoff. "Seriously? That easy to scare? Lame." He flung another knife at her right wrist rope, bored out of his mind. Julian silently threw his final blade at the rope around her right ankle. Lillian's limp body slid off the round platform, crumpling onto the ground like a rag doll. Victor slumped back into his seat, propping his head on one hand.