Chapter 2093


    Some of the images would forever haunt him – the photographs of his parents, gaunt and ghostly,


    trapped in a dingy cer, barely clinging to life. By the date stamped on those photos, they were still


    alive when he was five, but they looked broken, their expressions twisted in a way that was nearly


    inhuman.


    "The year you turned five, your mom had already lost her mind," de spoke with a tone that was both


    matter-of-fact and chilling. "The guards would mess with her for kicks, fooling her into eating filth and


    drinking urine. Your dad was powerless to stop it, held down, forced to endure the same humiliation. By


    the time you were seven, in order to spare your mom from more suffering, your dad took her life, and


    then his own."


    Stinger never imagined that his family''s tragedy was orchestrated by Erik.


    And to think he had loyally followed this man, seeing him as a father figure, doing his bidding all these


    years.


    "I wasn''t directly involved back then; I was just by Erik''s side, watching it all unfold. I didn''t want to


    someone was still out there, blindly loyal to him just like I used to be. Well, I thought it was time to show


    my face. Of course, I got a nice little incentive for my trouble, along with a new identity. From here on,


    I''m set for afortable life."


    After de finished his story, his gaze shifted to Jones. "I''ve told you everything I know. Am I free to go


    now?"


    Arabe gave Jones a subtle nod, and he promptly responded, "You have our word. You''re lucky to


    have dealt with our boss. She doesn''t y games; she says you get a new life, you''ll get it."


    de looked over at Arabe, this young woman with an aura that screamed leadership, then back to


    Jones, his face etched with weariness and a hint of sorrow. "You''re fortunate to have found a good


    leader, not everyone''s as lucky as you."


    After de left, Stinger remained in the basement, wailing like a banshee.


    Jack couldn''t take the ear-piercing, soul-tearing cries anymore, especially as Stinger knelt on the floor,


    clutching the photographs, pounding the ground for what seemed like an eternity.


    "Look, I get that this truth is a tough pill to swallow, but this ain''t the way to handle it. Even if you punch


    a hole through the floor, it won''t bring your folks back. Dead is dead. Maybe you should start thinking


    about revenge instead."


    Jack was blunt. "My boss went to great lengths so you wouldn''t be left in the dark, spending both


    manpower and a pretty penny. We''re not doing this for kicks. We''ve helped you out; how about


    returning the favor? Spill what you know, will ya?"


    "No rush," Arabe said calmly, her gaze on the distraught man on the floor. "You can tell us when


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    you''re ready."


    She signaled for Jack to follow her out. He was confused – they were just going to leave Stinger like


    this? What if he did something drastic?


    That evening.


    Stinger''s emotions had settled, and he spoke up in a raspy voice, "I want to see your boss."


    "Why?" Arabe asked coolly from the other side of the bars.


    A smirk yed on Arabe''s lips. It was indeed Serena!