Chapter 410: Chapter 410

Chapter 410:

“Your mother, your wife who has given you a son and a daughter, your school-aged son, your newborn daughter, your mistress…

They will all die in front of you.

I will try every torture method on them and let you watch as they die in despair.”

Upon hearing this, Frederic shouted at Harlee, “You’re insane! Who do you think you are…”

Before he could finish, Harlee grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground with force.

“You can try to see if I’m capable, but remember: once the game starts, there’s no pausing.

Think carefully!”

Harlee’s voice was light, yet to Frederic, it struck like a mallet to his heart.

Consumed by suffocation, fear, and rage, he wanted nothing more than to lunge at Harlee and tear her apart.

With a sharp crack, Rhys shot through Frederic’s index finger.

The pain was so intense that Frederic lost consciousness.

Harlee looked over at Rhys with a hint of admiration.

“Have you been practicing?”

Rhys gave a slight nod.

“Do you like it? I can teach you later!”

“Sure!”

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By then, Tonya, Ritchie, and Robbie had finished clearing the battlefield, ensuring no enemies remained, and joined them.

Tonya glanced up, one eyebrow raised, and asked, “Should we wake him up?”

Harlee, distractedly checking a new message on her phone, answered casually, “No rush. Let’s give it half an hour.”

After thirty minutes, they forced a pill into Frederic’s mouth.

Three minutes later, Frederic’s eyes snapped open in despair.

Upon seeing the image on the phone, he glared furiously.

The video displayed his wife and newborn daughter, still in confinement.

Harlee’s cold voice pierced through the tension, saying, “If you’re still not ready to talk, our game will begin.”

The agony from his shattered fingers left Frederic speechless, yet he nodded resolutely.

He refused to believe that Harlee would actually harm his innocent wife and daughter.

With a chilling glare, Harlee ordered coldly, “Take them away!”

Following her command, a woman dressed in black tactical gear stormed into the room where Frederic’s wife and daughter were.

She roughly grabbed the baby.

“Who are you? What do you want with my daughter? Please, just let her go. I’ll do whatever you ask…”

The phone relayed the despairing voice of Frederic’s wife, a stark realization for Frederic that Harlee’s threats were deadly serious.

Caught between his life’s work and his family’s safety, Frederic shut his eyes, trying to block out the harrowing sounds.

Yet, the chilling audio coming next from the phone broke him utterly.

His mother, his son, and the mistress who carried his greatest work…

“Who are you? Do you know who my son is? He’s the head of a national research base! You can’t just do this to me!” Frederic’s mother yelled.

“Ah…”

“Let me go! My dad’s a superhero.

He’s going to destroy you!” Frederic’s son screamed.

“Frederic? I don’t know any Frederic… You’ve got the wrong person…” Frederic’s mistress hastily tried to distance herself from Frederic.

Harlee flashed a malevolent smile and displayed a red button on her phone.

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