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Chapter 420
Chapter 420
Chapter 420 What was he after?
I furrowed my brows, drawing a cold breath inwardly. So, Sebastian’s act of brandishing a gun was
merely to intimidate. I realized no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t escape from here.
The pursuer had dragged the man back from the field. I hadn’t gotten a clear look at the old man
before, but now I could see him clearly. His features seemed vaguely familiar. He had many wounds on
his body, new ones on top of old ones. I had no idea how long he had been tortured here. Serrated
edges were embedded in his legs, probably from when he tried to escape earlier. His flesh was a
bloody mess.
Watching him being taken away, Sebastian also left.
I couldn’t help but look at Marguerite and ask, “Why would they torment an old man like this?”
Marguerite pursed her lips, saying, “I’m not quite sure either. I heard he was sent over from Mr.
Butcher’s side, to be kept on the master’s side. Initially, the master didn’t plan to torment him, but since
he arrived, he’s been constantly trying to escape, which angered the master. So, the master decided to
make him suffer a bit. This old man is tough, no matter how much the master tortured him, as soon as
his injuries healed a bit, he would start looking for opportunities to escape.”
As she spoke, she looked at me and said, “Originally, all we needed to do was to leave him half-dead,
and he wouldn’t have the strength to escape. But it seems like you had Brother Fang save him last
time, and his injuries healed a bit, so that’s why he started running away again today. But looking at
him now, he won’t be able to run for a while.”
I pursed my lips, furrowing my brows as I said, “He’s already like this,
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why wouldn’t Ezra just let someone kill him!?!”
That day in the dark room, I was somewhat surprised. An old man on the verge of death, and Ezra was
wasting time and energy allowing him to be tormented, not killing him, but instead tolerating his
repeated escapes, playing a cat and mouse game. What was he after?
Marguerite shook her head slightly, saying, “I’m not quite sure either. I heard that this old man was a
policeman. Many years ago, he was secretly gathering evidence of Mr. Butcher’s crimes. He was later
discovered by Mr. Butcher, who originally intended to kill him. But for some unknown reason, Mr.
Butcher sent him over to you, sir. You didn’t kill him either, which is strange. You just kept him around.”
I frowned upon hearing, a undercover agent, not to kill, but to torture?
Could it be that this old man had offended that Mr. Butcher, wanting this old man to be worse than
dead? So he handed the man over to Ezra, telling Ezra not to kill him, but just to torture him?
According to these people’s twisted mentality, this really wasn’t something hard to imagine.
I didn’t know why, but I followed anyway. After only a few steps, I was stopped by Marguerite. Looking
at me, she anxiously asked, “Ms. Conner, where are you going?”
Watching the old man being dragged away, I said, “Go take a look.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
She shook her head like a rattle drum, her face serious as she said, “We can’t go. The master said
we’re not allowed to talk to these people. We can’t interfere with their fate, otherwise, we’ll end up just
like them, or even worse.”
After she finished speaking, her face had turned pale. It seemed that she was indeed quite scared.
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Seeing her like this, I gently patted her hand and said, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything, I just want
to go and see his condition.”
After saying that, I followed. The old man was thrown by Sebastian into a dark room, and then locked in
an iron cage. The ways of torturing people here were bizarre and varied, which didn’t surprise
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Watching Sebastian walk away in the distance, Marguerite and I dared to poke our heads out, wanting
to check on the old man in the dark room. However, there was someone guarding outside the dark
room. Seeing this, I turned to look at Marguerite. Upon seeing this, she shook her wavy head and said
seriously, “I can’t help you with anything, Ms. Conner. You said you were just coming to take a look, not
to do anything.”
Looking at her, I grinned and pulled her closer, saying, “Alright Marguerite, you must have a way to get
me in, right?”
Her face became wrinkled, looking at me with a bitter expression, she said, “Ms. Conner, if the
gentleman finds out, I will die.”
Hearing her say this, my eyes lit up and I said, “So, you really have a solution?”
She sighed, looking at me with a face full of despair.
Seeing her like this, I laughed and said, “Don’t be afraid, I just want to check on the old man’s injuries. I
won’t do anything, you can rest assured. I’m not capable of doing anything, otherwise I would have
escaped from here long ago.”