Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 587

Chapter 584 The Mastermind

The scarred man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, making one final desperate struggle.

Zayron raised an eyebrow and pushed the syringe a bit further.

The pain grew more intense, and the scarred man clenched his teeth so hard that blood and saliva mixed and flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't move, but his breathing became rapid as he gasped for air.

Zayron smacked his lips and chuckled. “You're a tough nut to crack. People like you value their lives the most, so why don't you just confess honestly? I've only injected you with two percent of the dose. If I continue, the next thing you ruin won't be your teeth but your tongue. If your tongue is bitten off, it will block your airway, and you'll be dead in three minutes. Would you like to try?”

Fear flickered in the scarred man's eyes.

He wasn't afraid of well-trained bodyguards, but he was terrified of this little brat who hadn't even grown up yet.

This brat is truly scary indeed.

The man didn't want to experience Zayron's methods any further.

“I'll talk, I'll talk. Please don't torture me like this.”

Zayron's lips curled into a smile as he pulled the needle from the man's wrist and said lightly, “Don't try anything fancy, or else I have a thousand ways to torture you. Now tell me, whose dog are you?”

The scarred man's voice trembled as he spoke five words. “The Fletcher family from Jadeborough.”

The Fletcher family from Jadeborough?

Zayron raised his head sharply and narrowed his eyes while gritting his teeth. “Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? The Fletcher family is now the top family in politics and holds a lot of power. The entire Chanaean population are their subjects. How could they possibly create such a major car accident?”

The scarred man pursed his lips and said slowly, “But there are people in the Fletcher family who hate your mother to the core. You're smart enough to know who that is. Once a woman gets her hands dirty, she's even more terrifying than the king of hell.”

Zayron lowered his head slightly and fell silent for a moment before turning his head to look at Zeke beside him, asking with his gaze about the scarred man's words' credibility.

Zeke nodded and walked toward the door, saying, “Let's talk outside.”

Putting away the syringe, Zayron followed him out of the cell.

“Uncle Zeke, what do you think?” Zayron asked.

Zeke rubbed his head and sighed, “Zayron, you're still too young. You shouldn't use such cruel methods. It will destroy your innocence.”

Zayron snorted twice. “Did they think that they were being cruel when they hit my mother's car? If it weren't for... I could've lost my mother.”