The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1119

Soon, the cabin resonated with Asher's harrowing screams, each one more intense than the last, as if he sought to scream his very guts out.

Outside, Jean and Nathaniel listened with indifference, their expressions unchanged, not a single eyebrow raised.

Several minutes later, Asher was hauled out, resembling nothing more than a discarded rag, crumpled on the ground.

He was covered in wounds, his face smeared with blood, his features horribly bruised and swollen.

Even his mouth was filled with blood, and two of his teeth had been knocked out. He was truly in a sorry state.

Having witnessed their ruthless tactics this time, he could no longer summon his courage. His body quivered like a leaf, terror filling his eyes.

One of his eyes was half-lidded, the other wide and round, gazing fearfully at Jean. He stuttered the word “you” for an extended moment but couldn't muster a complete sentence.

Jean regarded him with indifference and repeated, “Who's the mastermind behind you?”

This time, Asher didn't put up a stubborn front. He was clearly shaken.

Yet, it appeared he had something in mind. He spat out a mouthful of blood but continued to maintain his silence, refusing to utter a single word.

Jean waited for two minutes, then wore a faint smile. “Looks like you're a loyal one. Even after getting beaten into a pulp, you still won't talk. Interesting. I'm becoming increasingly curious just how resolute you can be.”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Cloud.

Consequently, Asher was dragged away once more, and the agonized screams reverberated again.

Such a situation repeated over the course of an hour, and Asher was nearly half dead by then. He couldn't even muster the strength to cry out, and could only groan unconsciously.

Jean was very patient, never showing any signs of irritation or annoyance. He asked the same question again, “Now can you tell me the name and identity of the mastermind behind you?”

Asher panted heavily, his breath ragged, and he looked so feeble as if he were close to dying. One of his eyes had taken such a harsh blow that he couldn't open it any longer.

He lay sprawled on the deck, his fingers twitching involuntarily, but he continued to maintain his silence.

Jean raised an eyebrow and said in a leisurely manner, “Still not willing to talk? Fine, I'm not in a hurry. I have all the time in the world to wear you down. Don't worry, I won't let you die. If you can't stand it and pass out, I'll have someone splash you with chili water to wake you up. I believe you guys have used this method before, right? You know how it feels, and now you can have a taste of it yourself.”

Asher trembled uncontrollably, his gaze fixed on the man before him who bore a calm, unruffled expression. It felt as though he was confronting the Grim Reaper himself, and his fear reached its peak.

What a terrifying person this is!

Previously, Asher had only heard of Jean's notoriety for being cold-blooded and merciless, but he had never fathomed it would be to such an extreme degree.

When it came to employing ruthless methods, Jean clearly didn't lag behind those in their line of work. In fact, he proved to be even more savage than them.

Asher finally couldn't bear it any longer and began to speak with a shaky voice after coughing up more blood.

“I-It's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that I really don't know. I don't know who's behind all this, honestly...”

Jean clearly didn't believe it, narrowing his eyes and staring at him coldly. “I see you're still stubborn, huh? Or are you trying to fool me?”

Asher was so scared he was about to wet his pants. “I'm not lying to you! It's true! Everything I said is true, I swear. I really don't know...”

Jean was clearly not happy with the result he got after all the fuss. His expression was gloomy and intimidating.

“You've been involved with the black market in Essley multiple times, and even have connections with the black market in Huspela. Does this mean that the black markets in various countries are interconnected?” he questioned.

Asher was utterly astonished. He didn't expect Jean to know this.

At this point, there was no use in hiding anything. He didn't want to endure that kind of pain anymore, so he decided to just tell the truth.

“Since you already know, why bother asking? Just as you speculated, the black markets of various countries are indeed connected,” he admitted.

“So, you're telling me that the black markets of all countries are under the control of a single power. As the person in charge domestically, I find it hard to believe that you don't know who is managing you.”

They circled back to the same question, and Jean drawled nonchalantly, his tone gentle as he delivered the harshest words. “Cloud, since he still won't tell us, let's not waste our effort and give him a taste of chili water right away.”

Upon receiving the order, Cloud took out the chili water he had prepared in advance without a word and poured it directly onto Asher's wound.

That move caused Asher so much pain that he almost passed out.

His face contorted in pain as he shrieked and wailed until his voice turned hoarse.

The pain was so intense it made him wish he were dead.

Unable to bear the agony, he kept crying out, “Kill me... Just kill me...”

Jean's expression remained unchanged, “You want to die? Sure. I could easily send you on your way. But like I said, I won't let you die. You can stop dreaming about such an easy way out. If you still don't spill the beans, I'll keep you this way, hanging your life by a thread, making you live a life worse than death. Think about what you should do.”

His tone was indifferent, yet his aura was as intimidating as the Grim Reaper, horrifyingly ruthless and merciless.