Chapter 584:
Harlee stepped into the light, her slender fingers twirling the knife she had just used.
âWhat a shame. Your friends are all dead.
Guess they will miss out on the thrill of being cut.â Harleeâs lips curled into a wicked smile when she saw the growing terror etched on his face.
âRelax. Iâm not that violent.
Answer my questions, and there wonât be any issues.
But remember, not a single lie.
For every falsehood, Iâll take a piece of your flesh. Iâm sure your manhood can survive a little trim.â
The manâs eyes widened in sheer panic when he heard this. The idea of his most vulnerable parts being carved away made his body tighten in pain. The infamous tortures of Mogluylia were enough to make a grown man beg for death itself.
Harlee didnât beat around the bush and asked, âIs your leader in that building?â Without a second thought, the man replied, âYes.â
A shadow of doubt flickered in his eyes.
How on earth did she know where their leader was? However, he didnât dare ask anything, merely muttering to himself under his breath.
Harleeâs next question came swiftly, almost casually.
âAre you remnants of the scam gang from Gruinia?â
The man shook his head quickly and replied, âNo. We have been developing over the last few years.â
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Afraid that Harlee wouldnât believe him, he hurriedly added, âAll the capable old members have been promoted to leadership roles. Itâs only us lower ranks who are left to carry out the dangerous missions. The man you eliminated earlier was at the same level as I am. The real leader is the one who had issued a warning earlier. I donât know his exact identity, but heâs an old member and a favorite of someone at the very top. So, when we realized trouble was brewing, we had no choice but to risk our lives to get him out.â
The manâs loyalty to the organization was clearly lacking. Otherwise, he wouldnât have been hiding in the corner all this while. That was exactly why Harlee had zeroed in on him.
âWhat else?â Harlee raised an eyebrow.
At Harleeâs question, the guyâs demeanor shifted dramatically, his voice shaking with a noticeable tremor.
âPlease⦠Iâm nothing but a lowly underling. Iâve disclosed all I know.â
His eyes conveyed a genuine blend of honesty and desperation, directed at Harlee.
Harleeâs silence was broken only by her eerie laugh, as she gripped the hilt and tore the dagger from its sheath. With a swift, chilling swish, she carved a hefty slice from the guyâs arm.
A ghostly pale hue spread across the guyâs lips.
His face twisted in agony, unleashing a torrent of agonizing screams.
He hesitated, his other hand trembling as it hovered over the grievous wound, too terrified to touch yet too pained to withdraw.
Harlee gazed dispassionately at the guy now writhing on the dirt, her voice frosty and detached.
âReady to talk now?â She stepped deliberately onto his wounded arm, her foot applying torturous pressure.
At that excruciating moment, the guy faced the harsh reality of his predicament, understanding the cruel choice between death and divulging more.
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