His hand is still there, the bone isn't broken, but... it's likely useless now, tendons, blood vessels, should all be severed.
Dylan Young shook his head: "Such amateurs, isn't the York Family rich? Yet they've hired such a useless bunch of losers."
The man was in such pain that he couldn't make a sound, surrounded by the corpses of his three companions. He didn't understand why Dylan Young, who could have killed him earlier along with the others, chose instead to sever his wrist.
Dylan Young's dagger dripped with blood as he stood there, his gaze indifferent, looking at him as if he were looking at a corpse.
"I didn't kill you because I want you to take a message to Gemma York."
"Tell Gemma York, Nell Harris and Scarlett Glenn are my people. He'd best not touch them. Of course, if he wants to, it's no problem, but — I'll make his entire family accompany him in death."
