Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1175

Crystal’s POV:

When the pink-masked clown heard this, she kicked the boy beside her hard, making him roll on the ground.

“It will be better if it is broken. Anyway, your hands are useless. You eat with your mouth not your hands,” the pink-masked clown shrieked and cursed, completely ignoring the fact that the boy was a person. She tortured him badly.

“I won’t do it again. I know I made a mistake. Please spare me. I will die without my arms.” The boy tried to protect his bleeding head with his hands, crying bitterly.

“Knowing your mistake is useless now. If it weren’t for your carelessness, we wouldn’t have lost such a profitable tool! Do you know how difficult it is to create this product? It’s rare to successfully manage to raise twins from three years of age in a narrow vase with only their heads exposed. Hardly anyone succeeds. It took us over a decade to produce a pair as perfect as them, and you ruined them!” the pink- masked clown cursed and kicked the boy, who begged for mercy as b***d began to stream down his face.

The other clowns cheered on from the sidelines, goading the boy to roll further away.

“It hurts. Please stop kicking me. Please! I’ll work harder on my performances in the future and make up for it,” the boy sobbed, desperately trying to shield himself inside his ball to avoid the kicks.

I was enraged and wanted to rush out to stop them.

However, Rufus held me back and shook his head, gesturing for me to calm down.

I inhaled deeply, trying to get a handle on my emotions. It dawned on me that Rufus and I weren’t enough to save everyone right now. Our priority was to find Arron. Children who landed up in this place because of these clowns’ deviousness usually would end up in a bad situation.

The boy from the ball was severely thrashed by the pink-masked clown. He was barely breathing and lay motionless in the corner.

“Alright, stop it. Do you want to ruin another signature product? Watch yourself, or Lee might replace the boy in the ball with you,” the red-masked clown impatiently interrupted the pink-masked clown’s violent assault.

She reluctantly stopped, aiming one final kick at the boy. He was unconscious by now and rolled to a stop next to the twins, making the scene even more gruesome.

I looked up and exchanged a knowing glance with Rufus. We both speculated that the Lee’ the red- masked clown mentioned was probably their leader and the amusement park’s behind-the-scenes boss. At that moment, one of the clowns exclaimed, “Damn it, the twins are dead. They’ve stopped breathing.”

All of them instantly crowded around the twins to check their breathing.

“They’re really dead. Now we don’t need to waste any more effort on them. Let’s just get rid of their bodies.” The red-masked clown savagely kicked the twins’ heads in anger.

“It’s almost five o’clock. Let’s wait for a little longer before we take them out. This little guy must still be alive, right?” The blue -masked clown crouched down and nudged the ball boy’s arm.

The boy slowly came to his senses and began wailing. He was terrified to see the clowns again.

The red-masked clown impatiently growled, “Stop crying! If I hear one more sound out of you, I’ll really cut your hands off!”

The boy quickly quietened down and didn’t dare to make any more noise. But even so, the other clowns didn’t spare him and continued to rain punches and kicks on him.