Chapter 462 Where''s The Boy?
Theb doors burst open with a thunderous crash.
Rin stormed in with two subordinates at his heels, eyes sweeping the room in search of Benedict.
"Find him," he barked, jerking his chin.
Catching the signal, the two technicians immediately began tearing through theb, opening cabs, checking corners- every movement deliberate, but careful. They avoided going anywhere near Cassian slumped in the shadows.
No one darede within ten feet of him. The man was riddled with a rare, potent toxin. One wrong move, and they could end up poisoned too.
When the venttion shafts and storagepartments turned up nothing, Rin''s gaze fell back on Cassian.
"Where''s the boy?" he demanded.
Cassian didn''t even nce at him.
In fact, from the moment they''d stormed in, Cassian had only flicked his eyes toward the door once. Since then, not so much as a twitch.
But Rin hadn''t expected him to answer.
He gave a sharp, coldugh. "So you''re not talking? You think silence will save you?"
He was certain Cassian had seen the boy.
Theb''s venttion system was connected between rooms.
If Benedict had escaped through the ducts, this room would''ve been his first stop.
Anyone else, grievously injured and on the brink of copse, wouldn''t have had the strength to help the kid get away. But Cassian... he wasn''t like other people.
Still, the man remainedpletely unresponsive, as if Rin''s presence were nothing more than background noise. Rin''s patience snapped. "You really think I can''t make you talk?"
With a sneer, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tactical shlight. It wasn''t just any shlight-it was a tool designed with one cruel purpose in mind.
The poison in Cassian''s body came with a special side effect: extreme sensitivity to light during re-ups. If exposed to a high-intensity beam, he wouldn''t just feel difort.
He''d experience a pain so sharp, so precise, it would feel like thousands of needles stabbing straight through his skull. Not physical agony-mental. Psychological torment, the kind that shattered minds and splintered souls.
A weak mind would crack in minutes. Even a powerful mentalist like Cassian could be driven to the brink of copse. "I''ll give you onest chance," Rin warned. "Tell me where the boy is, or I won''t hold back."
Cassian didn''t so much as lift his eyes. He simply leaned against the wall, breathing slow and shallow, as if Rin wasn''t worth the energy it would take to look at him.
He might''ve lost his strength, poisoned and stripped of his power by a fractured psyche-but if Rin thought he could break him that easily, he was dead wrong. If Rin pushed him too far, they''d both pay the price.
Cassian''s indifference sent Rin into a rage.
"Fine, he snapped. "You brought this on yourself."
He switched on the shlight.
A searing beam of white lightnced across the room, aimed directly at Cassian.
Instantly, the eyes of every technician in theb lit up-not with concern, but anticipation.
They''d hated the man from the moment he arrived.
A prisoner covered in wounds, yet still carrying himself like a god. Unbending. Unbreakable. Even now, bloodied and silent, he hadn''t given them the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.
That arrogance infuriated them.
To them, ab subject was just that-a subject Sessfully unlocked! disposable asset deserved punishment.
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And Cassian? He''d been a constant thorn in their side-dying experiments, destroying equipment, and withstanding pain levels that should''ve left him twitching on the floor.
So now, seeing Rin raise that weaponized beam, they could barely contain their glee.
Chapter 462 Where''s The Boy?
Finally, they were going to drag the so-called god down from his altar.
Normal people couldn''t survive that kind of mental assault. And for someone like Cassian, with strong psychic resistance?
The pain would be tenfold. They were ready-eager-to watch him scream, to see him break, to hear him beg.