Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

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?”

for a long time, the convict finally relented with a grimace. “He… He refused to obey

“Suffer?”

rolled off the convict’s tongue,

kidneys

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

fateful day. Initially, 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

enough

kidnap Brandon. Therefore,

been cooperative or friendly at all. Despite the convict expending significant amounts of effort to bring Brandon

happily with him. Just think about it; after longing for him for so many years, why would I

Crack!

the blow

side and smashed it on the convict’s

“Argh!”

the interrogation room, the convict held onto his bleeding

for the prison guards outside, they pretended to hear nothing at

within him, walked up to the

“Castrate him!”

“Consider it done.”

sharp blade in his hand. After kneeling in front of the latter, he unleashed a slash which caused a

thinness of his blade, he had severed

up and stomped his foot

Crunch!

“Arghhh!”