“Seven pence,” the boss continued in that unfriendly tone.,Sometimes, old Jack would ponder, why were humans so fragile A single blade could kill them, yet they were capable of ruling the entire world.,In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.。