Renee slapped Chase violently across his face, her patience worn thin to the bone.

“Spit it out, will you?!” she demanded. “Just tell me your idea and stop sputtering like that! It’s like you’re teasing me!”

Chase smiled awkwardly and replied, “The impostor, Mr. Q is indeed a cautious man, and he would only contact me through text messages. There’s also no way to ascertain his address or whereabouts through his phone number, so unless he’s willing to voluntarily show up, we have no way of finding him. So far, the only person who can make him turn up willingly is you, Ms. Everheart.”

“I’m afraid I’m not that powerful…” said Renee dejectedly. “Ever since he stood me up, I couldn’t contact him at all. If he really cared about me, he would’ve been a little more to say goodbye before he left.”

“I believe the impostor, Mr. Q, must have a good reason for it…”

“So? Get to the point. What should I do to get him to show up?”

“It’s really simple.” Chase curled his finger in a beckoning gesture at Renee. “Follow me, Ms. Everheart.”

Pawnshop. After a long journey through twists and turns, they finally stopped at the most remote courtyard. The place looked as if no one

Cheever, what… what are you trying to

instinctively

be afraid, Ms.

torture techniques employed by Carmine Pawnshop, is conducted. It has been four years since the last person was tortured here, so it might look as if it’s in disrepair, but back in the day, people

torture techniques? A lively

she almost choked on her

a movie here? Torture techniques?

Pawnshop. Because some of them might be too atrocious for your taste, I won’t elaborate and go straight

they will then suffer all manner of tribulations. At first, the water level reaches just around the victim’s waist, but every half an hour, there will be other things added to the water. Firstly, all kinds of venomous snakes, centipedes, and loaches will

anymore! Whoever thought

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