Tears welled up in the man's swollen eyes as he trembled, his vision a mess of blood and sweat
In reality, he couldn't see anything—not the so-called window, not even Neo's face.
If he could, after all that beating, he might as well apply for a position as a boxer, rather than working in this shady, creepy place.
Darkness slowly moved at the edges of his sight, but Neo didn't care.
His grip on the jaw tightened with each passing second, fingers digging into bruised flesh like a predator toying with its prey.
But in this case, his hunger wasn't from his stomach; it was the need to satisfy the thirst of his already broken mind.
A mind that could have achieved so much, if not for these sick bastards destroying everything.
"Come on, read it out loud," he ordered impatiently.
"I-I can't…" the man whimpered.
"What do you mean you can't?" Neo said with a mocking grin, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't read, or can't, see?"
