Chapter 1952

That night, Ian and Kurt went to the prison to see the convict.

Within the cold and damp confines of the place, the convict was dragged out like a dog and thrown at Ian's feet. At the sight of the two young men, he was taken aback and wondered who they were.

Despite their youth, one could tell right away that these were not ordinary folk from the distinguished aura both of them exuded.

"Who are you?"

"How did you kill him?" Inside the interrogation room, Ian, who stared at the convict with a deathly gaze, looked as if he was a demon who had crawled out from Hell.

Just the sight of him sent a chill down the convict's spine.

"How did I kill him? Didn't I already tell the police everything? Who in the world are you? Why should I repeat it to you?"

No sooner had the convict spoken than Ian raised his gaze slightly.

Without warning, Kurt grabbed the convict out of his chair before covering the latter's mouth and smashing a fist into his face.

In an instant, the convict's body convulsed before his face contorted from the excruciating pain. Even then, he could barely make a sound due to his mouth being tightly covered.

All he could do was tremble violently within Kurt's grip.

It wasn't until a minute later that Kurt released him, assuming that his pain had passed by then.

Ian repeated, "Let me ask you one more time. How did he die in your hands?"

time, the convict finally relented with a grimace. "He... He refused to obey me. T-That's why I wanted him to

"Suffer?"

the convict's tongue, raging infernos ignited in Kurt and

both his kidneys just to make

was after another subordinate, who came in with a freshly harvested organ, saw him that I ended up doing it," the convict stuttered, desperately suppressing the terror

there was no plan to harvest Brandon's kidneys, as the convict had coveted the former for many years. In fact, he already had his eye on Brandon when the latter first started out

enough to capture

had the opportunity to kidnap Brandon. Therefore, it didn't make sense for him

had not been cooperative or friendly at all. Despite the convict expending significant amounts of effort to bring

no intention of taking his life. All I wanted was to live out my days happily with him. Just think about it; after longing for him for so many years, why would I destroy him when

Crack!

time, the blow

side and smashed it on the convict's

"Argh!"

after an agonizing scream echoed through the interrogation room, the convict held onto his bleeding head as he fell off

prison guards outside, they

disgust within him, walked up

"Castrate him!"

"Consider it done."

clinical, approached the convict while whipping out a sharp blade in his hand. After kneeling in front of the latter,

his blade, he had severed the veins in the

stood up and stomped his foot

Crunch!

"Arghhh!"

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