It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 34

The atmosphere in the large meeting room was depressing to say the least. Malcolm was tapping his fingers on the table, sitting cross-legged, silently casting attentive glances at everyone. Everywhere he looked, the air froze. Everyone who dared to look him in the eyes froze in fear. The horrible, joyless aura that surrounds him could easily inspire terror in those near him.

Each person present in the meeting room gave a quick update on the current situation and the consequences of the incident. As soon as one of them finished his report, he would steal a glance at Malcolm. Malcolm remained still, his fingers moving occasionally as he stared at the table.

“Malcolm…” Enoch called his attention in a low voice.

lives.

finally opened his mouth.

,” Enoch explained, his eyes wide with confusion.

carry out the order under the current circumstances, this meant that the situation was dire.

n we have no choice but to fight back,” Malcolm said cold

ting room with a frown. The tone of his voice suggested that he did not agree with Malcolm’s idea.

Don’t forget that the merchandise disappeared right under our noses in broad daylight. Why do you think John had no reaction when he heard the news? » Malcolm tilted his head waiting for Enoch’s response.

ly.

on grumbled angrily.

s? Does he just want money? » Although the problem they were facing was already a challenge, it appears that the situation has evolved into something considerably more serious.

gleam flashed in his eyes as he moved his gaze across the room, but he quickly returned to his placid demeanor.

harming us, right? “, Enoch remarked.

hn isn’t that simple,” Malcolm replied quietly, his gaze fixed on some distant p

knew, we wouldn’t be wasting our time here.” We would have already met him. » Enoch racked his brain trying to understand what was going through Malcolm’s mind.

lm was lost in thought. He was t

ed prisoners and the training ground. But what was Malcolm up to?

re the condemned captives.

convicts were not people who had committed crimes punishable by death in ordinary society. Instead, they were gang traitors or spies. They were subjected to brutal and merciless forms of torture aimed at uncovering the mastermind of their betrayal

e man walked over and turned on the speakers. Malcolm pulled up a chair and sat watching the screen intently with keen interest.

sible to extract useful infor

e same time, the injection made the prisoner more alert, and he was able to feel the enormous physical agony without passing out during the torture.

, all he could do was cry in pain. He wouldn’t die from the electric shocks coursing through his body, but the electric shocks were powerful enough to inflict severe pain everywhere. The undulation of the prisoner’s chest was an indication of how fast his heart was beating.

ld even regain his senses. In his hand he carried a plate that contained several needles of different sizes on a piece of black cloth. When the prisoner’s eyelids opened, he uttered a desperate moan and thrashed wildly, tossing his head and begging for the torment to stop.

completely covered in needles. Except for his head, the unfortunate prisoner could not move any part of his upper body, and a brief glance into his bloodshot eyes revealed that he was praying for death.

’s entire body. Drops of blood fell to the floor and splattered on the wall. Unfortunately, death was not a luxury the prisoner could afford. He was destined to suffer and endure this barbaric treatment helplessly, with no way to stop it. He didn’t know where to start,

ut would at least be able to communicate.

nterrogator’s voice was calm and cold,

r how strong a person’s will, if they are subjected to the fear of death and the possibility of finding hope in life is taken away, their will will eventually collapse.

ith hemostatic gauze and fled to the side. As the interrogator moved closer to listen to what the prisoner had to say, an angry look crossed his eyes. The moment the interrogator gave him a fierce look, the prisoner’s eyes widened in fear again.

ou from suffering. It se

down his body. With a wave of the interrogator’s hand, the man in camouflage stepped forward with a blade and cut open the flesh on his back, causing blood to flow profusely onto the ground. Eventually the prisoner lost consciousness from shock and excess

him and

.

re if he would be able to handle what awaited him tomorrow. A devilish smile appeared on his contemplative expression for a moment as he sat there.