Chapter 1185
After realizing what was happening, he struggled violently, bellowing out from his throat.
“You dirty rat!"
"No, no, please...I beg you...’
Behind him, an old woman was on her knees, trembling, clutching at Damon''s pant leg, her wrinkled
face wet with tears.
"I beg you, spare my son...please...”
"Mom!!"
The smile on Damon''s face was reced with a serious expression. He looked down at the old
woman on the ground, then nced up at Nate, who instantly stepped forward to help the old
woman up.
"Please, don''t kill my son...I beg you...”
The old woman was dressed in coarse cloth, simple but clean. Her small and frail body, supported
by two household guards, seemed incredibly fragile.
"I beg you...I''ll bow down to you...please...’
The mother''s pleading was filled with despair and helplessness. Even the guards, who considered
themselves cold-hearted, couldn''t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Damon looked at her indifferently, his voice cold. "Do you know why I''m doing this to him?”
The old woman couldn''t understand all this. She just wanted her son to live. "Don''t kill him,
please...”
"Because he tried to kill my wife’
Damon''s cold eyes quietly fixed on her as he calmly speaks.
The old woman froze, staring at Damon in disbelief.
"No...that''s impossible...
Until now, she thought that her son had unintentionally offended some noble, and that was why...
"She''s not just my wife, she''s also a daughter. Do you understand?"
Damon''s gaze shifted to the woman next to him, still sensing fear and hatred in her eyes.
"Do you hate me?" Damon said coldly, a smirk ying on his lips. "That''s fine. Because I hate them
too... But I can catch them, torture them, even kill them... And you can''t do anything to hurt me, no
matter how much you hate me.’
That was reality.
The young woman''s eyes flickered, tears streaming down her face as she copsed onto the
ground, crying in agony.
“You bastard!"
The man in the cage watched the sobbing woman outside, biting his lip in pain, forcing himself to
stay silent.
Damon slowly turned around, facing the man again, who was Called ‘son’ by the old woman. "I''m
giving you onest chance. Speak, or there will be consequences.’
"He''ll speak! He''ll tell you everything you want to know.’ The old woman immediately cried out.
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The man''s eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred. "You wish! You just brought them here to force us
to talk, right?
You''re really underestimating us! I won''t say anything. Just kill me!"
During his outburst, Damon sat back down. Just as the man''s shout faded, "Bang—" A gunshot
rang out.
The old woman''s cries abruptly stopped. She turned her head in disbelief to look at her son. He was
just speaking, his hands still in chains. But now, his head hung low, lifeless. The bullet had gone
straight through his heart.
A deathly silence settled.
"My son!" The old woman screamed.
"He probably thought I was just threatening you and wouldn''t actually kill him... Seems like he
thought too highly of me. I gave him three chances, but he thought I wouldn''t end his life right in
front of you: Damon casually put away his gun.
The old woman was still in shock, her eyes wide, staring at her lifeless son, forgetting to breathe.
Eventuaily, Nate lightly tapped the back of her neck, and she fainted, her breathing recovering.
Everyone could hardly believe that Damon actually pulled the trigger. He ended the captive’s life
right in front of his mother, without a change in expression.
The other captive was equally in disbelief. He was not afraid of death before, but now, he was
terrified of dying in front of his loved ones. Leaving their families was already irresponsible. Now,
both captives had to die in front of their loved ones...
This was a permanent shadow, a permanent sin, a permanent fear. What cruelty had they inflicted
on the ones who loved and cherished them?
"What about you?”
Before he could recover from the other man’s death, Damon''s cold voice slowly echoed again.
He stiffly turned to look at Damon, suddenly realizing that beneath the polished exterior of the well-
dressed, seemingly indifferent man, hid a ruthless, cold-blooded devil.
"You see, to me, your deaths are just a way to save time. If you don''t talk, it would just take me a bit
longer. Your deaths are just tools to buy time.’
"Or perhaps you also think like him, that losing your life for a doomed mission, and showing your
toughness, is more important than leaving your wife and child struggling in this world?"
The man''s rigid eyes finally moved a bit, "What did you say?!"
"I''m pregnant: The woman on the ground suddenly said softly, her hand on her stomach. She
looked up at the man, tears streaming down her face.
“You''re such a bastard!!" The girl didn''t hesitate, ring at him with red eyes, “You''re not afraid of
death, are you?!"
Suddenly, she scrambled up from the ground, rushing to Damon''s side, snatched up a knife from
the table next to Nate, held it with both hands, and pointed it directly at her own stomach.
The man shouted out in fear, "No."
Damon yed with the gun in his hand,pletely ignoring the woman''s actions.
“I want to tell you, I''ve only loved you in my life! If you''re gone, I don''t want to live either! Since we''re
all dying, I might as well go first!"
With that, she swung her arms, the sharp knife plunging toward her stomach.
"I''ll talk! I''ll talki"
Seeing her actions, the man''s mind seemed to explode.
Nate''s hand quickly grabbed her, stopping the tragedy just in time. The man''s fearful expression
eased slightly. He wet his throat, then finally closed his eyes tightly.
"I''ll talk..."
The dead man was carried out of the cage, and the old woman was taken away with him. The
young woman and Wendy, who was already pale from fright, were also escorted out of the room.
"Start talking. Tell me everything you know: