Chapter 1413
"Aunt Eunice."
Eunice turned at the sound of the voice, her face breaking into a warm smile.
"Ah, you''re here?"
Arabe walked in, her demeanor as nonchnt as if she were at a high society ball, not a dingy
backroom where a many beaten within an inch of his life. Her expression remained unfazed.
Eunice admired her niece''s bravery andposure all over again.
"You wanted to see me, Aunt Eunice?"
"Do you recognize this man?"
Arabe''s gaze swept over the barely conscious figure. "Nope, never seen him before."
"Last night, I got a tip-off. Someone on the dark web put a pretty penny on your head." Eunice''s eyes
fell on the man before them. "I had some people trace his IP address, and we pulled him out of the
shadows."
Only then did Arabe understand why her aunt had rushed off the phonest night, leaving her to
entertain Romeo and Martin without a proper goodbye—it had been for this.
"Has he said anything?" Arabe asked, her voice as cool as a breeze.
"Not a word,” Eunice replied, scrutinizing the man. She had been working him over for thirty minutes,
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yet not a peep. “Tough guy, it seems."
As Arabe''s slender fingers brushed the man’s wrist, he instinctively tried to pull away, but the ropes
held him fast.
He didn''t know what Arabe was up to, and his eyes were filled with wariness and suspicion.
"Deprived of food and water, you''ve got two days to live, tops.” Arabe looked into the man''s eyes. "I
get it, you took someone''s money to cause trouble, but what''s the use of money if you''re dead?"
The man remained silent, his gaze shifting away.
"Or maybe it''s not for you.” Arabe spected. "Is it for your family? A friend?"
The man’s face was a mask, unchanging from the start.
"If I''m not wrong, this person means a lot to you. So much that you''d risk your own life for their well-
being. But if you die, would they grieve for you?"
The man''s silence was as solid as ever, seemingly resolved to await death.
"I guess I was wrong,’ Arabe said knowingly. "So, you''re not doing this for your own glory or for
someone close, and you''re not terminally ill. Normally, there''s no need to risk your life for a job like this.
That leaves two possibilities: you''re either repaying a debt of gratitude that''s worth more to you than
your life, or you''re being coerced"
Thatst word made the man''s gaze flicker, but he quickly regained hisposure.
"Is the other party powerful?" Arabe continued, her tone persuasive. "You should know, here in
Dawnstar, no one''s got more clout than my uncle and aunt.
The man remained mute, his eyes as empty as before, as if waiting for death''s embrace.
"Is their reach even greater than my aunt and uncle''s?” Arabe found this intriguing. “Who have I
managed to offend that''s such a big shot? Doom?"
The man looked at Arabe with a flicker of surprise before quickly hiding it, shifting his gaze away.
"Doom''s backbone is broken, and its remnants are too busy licking their wounds to bother with me. So,
this person must be someone I know, and our enmity runs deep"
Arabe smiled faintly and continued, “Since I''ve quessed this much, it''s only a matter of time before I
find out on my own. A bit more effort, that’s all. If you spill the beans now, you''ll save me the trouble,
and I might even help you fake your own death. Start a new life under a new identity. You''ve got two
days to think it through."
After making her offer, Arabe nced at her aunt. “Let''s go, Aunt Eunice."
Eunice was taken aback by how her niece had managed to get the man to contemte his choices
with just a few words. As they left the basement, she couldn''t help but wonder aloud, “Be, have you
been interrogating people often? I''m suddenly very curious about your other talents. Do you have any
secret identities I don''t know about?"