Chapter 1184


    Although they were still kneeling on the ground, they were just about to pass out from the pain,


    panting heavily, and forcing themselves not to make any sounds of agony.


    However, Damon didn’t speak to them again. Instead, he took off his jacket and said to Nate, “It’s a


    bit chilly, turn up the heat.”


    Nate responded immediately and turned away.


    Wendy watched the two men in the cage closely. She noticed the dried blood stains on their


    clothes. Now, fresh red blood was seeping through their trousers from their knees and pooling on


    the floor. Her face was pale as she silently stood there, appearing calm but her body involuntarily


    shaking. Everyone, except Nate, was puzzled by Damon’s actions. The room was at afortable


    temperature, so it wasn’t cold. And if it was, why would Damon take off his jacket?


    After the temperature increased, Damon didn’t speak. He just sat there with his phone, checking


    emails, and asionally reviewing documents. He was actually working.


    As the room temperature gradually rose, Damon’s bodyguard were sweating profusely, his entire


    back was soaked.


    Wendy’s face was bing flushed and unnaturally red. She was sweating too, the perspiration


    stinging her wounds. The pain was like countless ants biting her, all scrambling to burrow into her


    wounds.


    The two men in the cage were suffering even more.


    “Uh…”


    “Ah…”


    Their moans of pain finally broke free, sweat dripping from their faces, mixing with the blood.


    “Ah…”


    “Mm…”


    The men’s moans grew louder, but Damon seemed to be deaf to their pain. He continued reading


    his emails, not even furrowing his brows.


    It was then that everyone realized why Damon had increased the room temperature. When injured,


    the body reacts to heat simrly to how a corpse dposes faster in high temperatures. It was a


    way to slowly torture the men’s nerves and endurance.


    These two were tough, and they hadn’t said a word until now. Luckily, they looked like they were


    close to breaking.


    “Damon…” Wendy suddenly spoke up. Nate nced at her and couldn’t help but smirk. He forgot


    that she was injured too.


    Damon finally raised an eyebrow. He stared at the two men who were now too weak to make a


    sound. “Are you guys out of energy already?”


    He picked up a whip from the disy table next to Nate and threw it into a ss container filled with


    water. He watched as the whip soaked in the water sinking to the bottom. “Try this.”


    Nate’s mouth twitched. He nced at Wendy, who was being ignored, and sneakily smirked. He


    fetched the whip from the water and handed it to the bodyguard next to him.


    The cage was opened and Wendy watched as the bodyguard with the whip startedshing the two


    men.


    The whip cracked!


    “Ah!!”


    “Ah!!”


    The two men screamed in pain. Wendy’s flushed face paled and she stumbled back a few steps.


    She stared at the men being whipped in the cage, their screams of pain filling her ears. Images of


    torture filled her mind, and fear washed over her like waves crashing onto a shore.


    “Ah!!… Just kill us! Kill us!” Their screams echoed through the room, sounding like the howls of a


    ghost.


    Damon slowly stood up, picked up the gun he had been ying with, and walked over to the cage.


    His eyes lingered on the red blood that had now seeped out of the cage. A small smile yed on


    his lips. “Rather die than confess?”


    One of the men chuckled, “If we were going to confess, we would’ve done it already! Why would we


    endure all this? Just kill us! You won’t get any information out of us!”


    Damon suddenlyughed, a cold sound. “Fugitives?”


    The man wore a relieved smile, full of mockery. As if he wasughing at Damon for wasting his


    energy on them.


    Damon was alsoughing, but hisugh was cold and deep. “How do you want to die?”


    “Just make it quick.”


    Damon nodded slightly, “Alright.”


    The man was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Damon to easily agree. It took him a moment to


    react. He coldly chuckled and then closed his eyes, seemingly ready to ept death.


    Damon turned his gaze to the other man, “And you? Want it to be quick too?”


    “Yes! Just kill me quickly!”


    Damon nodded without changing his expression, “Agreed. But let’s deal with him first.”


    Both men closed their mouths, not arguing about who would die first. In the end, they were both


    going to die! Who would care about living a few extra


    seconds?


    “Nate, bring them in.” Damon suddenly said.


    Nate left the room at hismand.


    “What are you nning now?!” the lead man asked seriously.


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    Damon smirked, “Didn’t you ever wonder why I didn’t interrogate you as soon as I caught you and


    instead let you stayfortably here for two days?”


    The two men’s expressions hardened. Usually, people would want to extract information as soon as


    possible. They would usually interrogate them immediately. But they were just trapped here. Now,


    as this was brought up, they didn’t understand the reason.


    Damon’s smile was particrly cold, “As fugitives, you should know that indecisiveness is fatal. Do


    you think you’re worthy of being called fugitives?” “Hahaha…When have we ever been


    indecisive?!”


    Damon didn’t answer. After two seconds, the door to the room opened.


    Nate walked in with two people. The two people Nate brought in were an old woman with white hair


    and a young woman. The expressions of the two men in the cage immediately changed. When they


    realized what was happening, they began to struggle wildly, their throats making anguished sounds.