Chapter 1219 Unfazed Demeanor

The night grew deeper, with a crescent moon casting a faint silvery glow from the sky. At this moment, a black business car suddenly stopped in front of the Grant mansion.

The car door opened, and Brayden was the first to step out. He then directed several subordinates to carry a large sack into the mansion. They quietly and discreetly made their way to a secret chamber, a place specifically used for interrogations and extracting confessions.

“Open it up!” Brayden commanded as he sat down in a chair and poured himself a glass of wine.

With a sharp cut, the sack was opened, and a disheveled, battered figure tumbled out. It was none other than Hector.

“You old coot, do you know who I am?” Brayden, holding his wine glass, swayed it from side to side, his eyes filled with a chilling intent.

“You are Brayden Grant?” Hector carefully examined him and quickly recognized him.

“Well, well! You’re quite perceptive, recognizing me so quickly,” Brayden said indifferently. “Now that you know who I am, this matter can be easily resolved. Hand over the treasure map, and I’ll spare your life.”

“So, you couldn’t resist showing your face in the end? I thought

his approach, carefully planning every move. The reason he hadn’t personally intervened was due to concerns and a desire to keep a low profile, avoiding drawing the attention of potential enemies. Now, it seemed that they

the nonsense! Hand over the treasure map right away,

heirloom of the Harmon family. How can I give it to

dare to talk tough even at death’s door? I can cut you

matter whether it’s sooner or later,”

and he

I’ll show you whether you’re really as tough as you pretend to be!” Brayden stood up and selected a bone-cleaving knife from the assortment of torture devices

knife was not particularly large, and in fact, it looked rather delicate and refined. However, the more exquisite the torture device, the more chilling it

around in front of Hector as he spoke menacingly. “In a moment, I’m going to use it to peel your skin, strip your tendons, and cut

as he brandished

ahead,” Hector said calmly,

Brayden grinned cruelly. He suddenly thrust the knife into

but he quickly regained his composure. Throughout the entire process,

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