Amber didn’t doubt it.
Goldstone Co. had, like, a bunch of spies, not to mention the Farrell Group.
To deal with these people, it was useless to call the police blindly. The police had been gentle and human rights sensitive, with little corporal punishment. For a person who was not willing to say anything and was mentally strong, it was not possible to pry information out of these men by shining a bright light. Instead, they were able to escape, never to be found again, after the police had served their sentence.
So, every group would have some tough guys as interrogators who would interrogate these spies.
After all, what the police couldn’t do, they could do privately.
Goldstone Co. used to have interrogators, but after her father died, Goldstone Co. was down and out, and there was no such inquisitor.
So, she wasn’t offended when Jared said he learned a few tricks to open people’s mouths.
It was a perfectly normal thing to do, or would he have to stand by and watch these spies destroy his own organization?
“Will he answer honestly?” Amber asked, frowning at the man who was suffering as if he were about to die.
Jared’s cold eyes fell on the man, “Of course, my bodyguard, who specializes in interrogating spies, is a retired mercenary who specializes in that in the organization. It’s fair to say he knew about the human body as much as Elias Lansdale did. He knows where to press on the body to maximize its pain. So as of now, there’s not a spy who can say nothing to him, so you can start asking.”
Amber didn’t hesitate to trust him. She nodded, stepped forward, and spoke in a cold voice, “Tell me, who told you to show up and rob me?”
The man now felt like he was about to go out of his body. As if his whole body was broken and not his own. His face was covered with painful tears and snot, and even his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to pop out, which was quite scary.
Amber frowned in disgust, “Say it. If you don’t, you’re gonna keep hurting.”
When she said that, Jared gave him a hard press.
The man screamed again, shaking harder and crying with fear in his voice, “I’ll say it, I’ll say it. Please, just leave me alone. It hurts too much! It hurts too much...”
The man was crying desperately.
He thought he was a tough man. He had been arrested several times and had never been afraid of any police tactics.
For this reason, he used to complacently think that he was so hard that even the police could not do anything about him.
So, in the face of the glare, he felt not only uncomfortable, but also confident that he would not say a word.
After all, his weakness was still being held. Once he got that guy out, he was gonna have a problem.
But now, this very unusual looking man was going even harder than the police.
When he struck, his disdain was broken, and he wished he were dead now.
If he were dead, he wouldn’t be in so much pain.
But he was tied to a chair, unable to commit suicide, let alone resist, and he had no choice but to be tortured by that man.
It hurt. It hurt too much.
Never in his life had he experienced such pain. The pain distracted him from his supposed weakness. All he wanted now was to save himself.
His weakness was important, but not as important as himself.
He believed Riley will understand.
The man convinced himself.
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