Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't do it

yourself. | have all the t| need... but | wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?"

Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, "Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when

it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic... They'd pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims... Oh, the

horror!"

"Yes, Ms. Lionheart." Jimmy smiled. "With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep

breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—"

"Stop!" Vicky cried, overwhelmed.

see her father's kind smile in her mind, and

been set up.

too, but she just did not

bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father

of torture Sif mentioned.

going

happily let you have proof if you just kowtowed and

me!" Vicky snapped. "You're the one

You're smart, Vicky, but only that smart. Yes, | was

won't just be you. | will bring down

stopping my brother's master plan,

will watch as every last Turnbull is crushed, while Frank

Sif would torment Vicky as savagely as she could, or

Vicky was just the start... The Turnbulls, Frank, and even the South Sea Crow would not

pay for

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