Chapter 1183


    After passing several security checkpoints, Wendy finally found herself in a massive, empty room.


    Despite being a prison, the ce was decked out in luxurious metallic hues. This was a far cry from


    the dank, dark dungeons she was used to. It was obvious which one was morefortable than the


    other.


    Wendy was curious, but also thought it only made sense. The Harper family could have whatever


    they wanted, after all. This high–tech design was just another thing that money could buy.


    From surprise to eptance, the transition took Wendy only a few seconds. She didn’t really feel


    anything until she stepped into the room, and then she could feel her face stiffening.


    At the center of the room, there was a ck cage, a stark contrast to the silver hue of the room.


    Inside the cage, two men were kneeling quietly, hands chained tightly behind them.


    As Damon entered the room, followed by a bunch of family guards, the guards at the entrance gave


    a nod of recognition. The noise stirred the men in the cage, and they opened their eyes, lifting their


    heads to look forward. Their fierce gaze made Wendy step back in fear. Damon walked straight


    towards the cage.


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    Maybe it was the cold metallic decor, or maybe it was the aura of power and nobility that Damon


    radiated, but the room was filled with a chilly air. As Damon got closer to the cage, the two men


    inside felt like their blood was freezing.


    Despite days of questioning, they had given no information. But when they saw Damon, they


    wanted to vanish on the spot. Especially as his footsteps got closer and louder, finally stopping


    before the cage. Just seeing Damon, the two men broke out in a cold sweat.


    “What do you have to say?” one of the men asked before Damon could even open his mouth.


    Dressed in ck formal wear, with a dark shirt and an expressionless face, Damon looked intensely


    cold. He stared at them for a long time before he finally spoke, his voice as icy as his gaze. “Who


    were you nning to kill this time?”


    “Not you!” The man in the cage answered almost immediately, but his answer was clearly not


    satisfactory.


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    These two men were obviously trained, prepared for harsh questioning and all sorts of interrogation


    tricks.


    Damon squinted his eyes and asked again, “Who?”


    The two men were startled, their lips trembling, but they didn’t make a sound. In the end, they


    decided that silence was the best choice, so they shut their mouths.


    Seeing their expressions, Damon smirked, slowly ying with the cufflinks on his wrist, then leaned


    back in a chair that Nate had prepared for him. His legs were tightly wrapped in ck pants. He


    lowered his head in thought, making everyone wonder what he was thinking.


    A few seconds seemed like an eternity for everyone in the ròpm. Wendy had no idea why Damon


    had brought her here. The sight of the cage, and the two men chained inside, filled her with dread.


    After a while, Damon suddenly said, “Do you think this ce is less threatening than the dank,


    gloomy prisons you’re used to?”


    Wendy shivered at his words, while the two men in the cage exchanged a look! Maybe he had a


    point. The modern atmosphere, high–tech decor, luxurious furnishings, it all seemed quite


    harmless.


    Damon smirked, a cruel smile ying on his lips. “Nate.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Nate responded immediately, walking over to the wall, and pressing a button. The walls started to


    move, revealing…


    After a few seconds, the two men in the cage had gonepletely pale. The walls they had been


    looking at were just a facade. Behind them, there were all kinds of torture devices.


    Rows of shiny silver des, swords, and other sharp objects in all shapes and sizes. Various types


    of long and short guns, whips, axes, branding irons, and nail boards… There were too many


    devices for torturing or killing a person to count


    “Various forms of torture have existed since ancient times…”


    The two men went pale. “What you’re doing is illegal…”


    Damon stared at them coldly. “You have the nerve to kill with guns. Do you think I’m worse than


    you?”


    The two men’s lips turned white. Damon had set up a private prison, used torture, and even had a


    wall full of forbidden weapons.


    “Speak or not?”


    Damon asked again, without even looking at them. His voice alone was enough to instill a great


    sense of threat.


    The two men bit their lips, staring intently at the man sitting in front of them.


    Nate left Damon’s side, and after a while, he returned pushing a cart filled with the torture devices


    he had just taken from the wall.


    “Sir.”


    Damon raised an eyebrow, nced at the table beside him, then picked up a gun from the array of


    torture devices. He yed with the gun for a moment, then slowly looked up at the men in the


    cage.


    “One more time, who sent you to kill Chloe?”


    Nate pursed his lips. He had guessed that Chloe might be the target and had even investigated


    people who had offended her in the past, but all to no avail. So, he couldn’t confirm the motive of


    the killer, nor could he give Damon a definite answer.


    The two men kept silent. But their silencested only three seconds. Then there were four gunshots


    – “Bang, bang, bang, bang.”


    Ah-


    “Ah-”


    Two hoarse screams filled the room. Damon’s four bullets had urately shot through the small


    gaps in the cage and hit the two men’s kneecaps.