Chapter 883
Eason pointed the pistol at the driver. "Answer, or you die now."
Being kicked several times, the driver felt as though his organs were failing and even coughed up blood. Alas, he remained stubborn.
Ì don't-know what you're talking about. I'm a good citizen; how could it be possible that I'm a kidnapper?!
"Who's Catelyn? I don't know at all..."
"Master Cedrick, he's still acting tough. What should I do?"
Cedrick walked to the driver and looked down at the stubborn man. "Put the gun away. Don't be so cruel."
"Yes." Eason withdrew the gun.
Immediately afterward, he saw Cedrick searching the ground and found a stone a little bigger than two fists. Wordlessly, he picked up the stone and slammed it into the driver's right leg fiercely.
In an instant, blood was everywhere, and the driver's kneecap seemed to have shattered.
A tenth-grade pain.
The driver let out a miserable howl as his blood splattered onto Cedrick's face. However, Cedrick merely lifted the stone and smashed it on the man's kneecap again.
He did not stop until the driver’s wails turned hoarse and his body quivered vigorously.
Cedrick's eyes were cruel as though he was a devil from hell. "I'm asking you once again: Where is my wife?"
The man clutched his right leg, which was completely shattered, and was so frightened that he could not open his eyes. "I—I... I said... I'm only responsible for delivering her to Simon, and he'll take her to another place. I -I don't know the exact place, but it might be a factory! I heard that the one who hired US has a factory here!
"Please, please release me. I still have-’
Cedrick slammed the stone at his head, and the driver passed out after letting out a horrifying scream before he could even finish his words.
The blood stained the white bandage.
Cedrick calmly looked at the road ahead with determined eyes. "I'm going to check the location of all the factories here that are owned privately by Eugene. Send our subordinates to surround all the entrances and exits. I want him to have zero chances of escaping!"
Snowflakes fell from the heavens, but the coldness could never compare to how frigid Cedrick's heart was.
Meanwhile, in a factory where a large number of cables are stored...
A man and a woman were huddled into the corner of a wall, their hands and feet tightly bound.
The man was lying on the ground, breathing weakly; only the slight ups and downs of his chest showed that he was alive. Blood spread across his chest, dyeing the floor red.
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