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 b*dy, 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 l*ps, 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 l*ps, 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.”
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
Watching Sebastian walk away in the distance, Marguerite and I dared to poke our heads out, wanting to ch*ck 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 ch*ck on the old man’s injuries. I won’t do anything, you can rest a*sured. I’m not capable of doing anything, otherwise I would have escaped from here long ago.”
