When the bodyguard heard the word 'hostages', his pupils dilated, revealing his thoughts.

For a veteran martial artist like Madfist, that could well be an admission.

He was now clearly stubbornly refusing to speak, and the panic on his face was from fear of reprisals.

Hence, Madfist eased his grip around his neck and gently coaxed, "You know about the hostages and where they are, but you can't talk. After all, you'd be made to suffer if you betray Droitner Inc., right?"

The bodyguard gulped and nodded slightly, even as Madfist still held his neck.

"But have you thought about it this way...?"

Madfist grinned. "That you'd suffer anyway if you don't talk?"

"Huh?!"

bodyguard's eyes widened at Madfist's threat, even as Madfist held up two

that would leave anyone flinching. "I will first gouge out your eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After that, I will pry off your

dead colleague just next to them, he would not be

"Naturally..."

to be honest, I'll just knock you out without killing you. That way, you don't know anything, and you'd be innocent

wheezing as his mental fortitude crumbled, "T-They're in the basement! I once saw the secret mechanisms under the desk, which opens a secret

at him, desperate to survive, he clenched

Crunch!

another

"Argh!"

the distance, Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer terror in the

he have expected that the first day on the job meant running straight into a smiling

even as his brain commanded his body repeatedly to flee, his legs had gone totally limp, and he

got to his feet. "Kid, I'll spare your life, seeing that you've led me here-but don't stay as Droitner Inc.'s lapdog from now on, do you understand? Though Droitner Inc. would probably be gone by the end

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