Chapter 399: Interrogate Him in Person

"No interrogations then?"

Kayden murmured to himself.

Just let him get away with this?

Or just shoot him to death?

...

Emmett narrowed his eyes. Something strange moved in his eyes, but he said in a calm tone.

"I will interrogate him myself. It'll be a pity if he doesn't get tortured."

What?

Kayden was slack-jawed.

"What? You will interrogate him in person?"

Didn't Master Smith hate to see the torture?

He usually left this kind of work to his men.

Emmett put down his teacup and stood up. He tugged at his shirt and said,

"Let's see what he's made of."

When Kayden saw Emmett walking out of the living room, he realized something and chased after,
muttering to himself,

"Jesus Christ. Master Smith is going to interrogate the man himself. Unbelievable!"



Kayden then heard Emmett instructing the butler at the door,

"Joe, ask the maid to keep an eye on Elaine. Make sure she has a good sleep."

Joe bowed respectfully, "Yes, sir, as you asked. Don't worry."

"Alright."

Just he was about to turn around to leave, Emmett thought of something and said again, seriously.

"If Elaine wakes up, don't startle her. If she looks calm, then give her something to eat."

"Yes, sir."

"And, if she wants to see me, just call me."

"Alright, sir."

However, he didn't sound certain when he said the last sentence.

If Elaine wasn't conscious, she wouldn't want to see him.

Elaine being sick was the cruelest thing to him.

Kayden would like Emmett to stay with Elaine if he was so worried about her.

Of course, he didn't have the nerve to say it out.

Emmett sat in the back of the car, frowning and thinking of something.

Suddenly, he smiled coldly.

That smile scared Kayden.



...

So evil!

It made people shudder!

"Master Smith, you..."

Kayden asked in a low voice.

Why were you laughing like that?

Emmett knew what Kayden wanted to ask. He closed his eyes, seemingly tired, and rubbing his nose
bridge with two fingers.

"Just excited about knowing what I can do to him."

Holy shit!

Kayden trembled.

He knew Master Smith too well.

When Master Smith was furious, he usually smiled.

Just like now, he was smiling, but the coldness and killing intent oozed from his every pore.

That man, he wasn't that lucky to survive today.

Death was inevitable, but only after cruelest torture.

Anyone who messed up with Master Smith's loved one would seek his own death.



The car drove into a heavily guarded factory, secured by armed folks.

"Master Smith!"

When Emmett got off the car, people of the ZH Clan greeted him.

"Kayden!"

Kayden was the second-in-command of the ZH Clan. Even though he was like Emmett's sidekick,
everyone except Emmett had to listen to him.

Emmett walked in, not even making eye contact with them.

He just stared sightlessly ahead.

His killing intent overflew!

Drifting his gaze around his men, Kayden gestured them to straighten up.

Everyone just kept quiet and followed Emmett inside.

The elevator sent them down all the way to the dungeon.

This was the place where they tortured their enemies.

The most terrifying hell!

As soon as they entered the dungeon, Kayden trembled with the coldness.

"Master Smith, this way, please."

A man was leading the way, but he didn't dare to look Master Smith in the eye.



Many of them had only heard of Emmett's stories and knew that he was their boss, but none of them
had the chance to see him.

Today their dream came true.

He was unexpectedly handsome.

And cold at the same time!

The current would run through their spines even with one single peek.

...

Bang!

An iron door was pulled open with a clang.

Then a terrible musty smell came into their nostrils.

Emmett wrinkled up his nose as he walked in expressionlessly.

The damp walls were dimly lit by a bulb.

The cement ground was damp too because of the humidity.

In the corner of the wall lied that man.

His body was covered in blood for Emmett's men had already beaten him up.

His clothes were tattered, and his ankles were tied with iron chains.

A man had already prepared Emmett a comfortable chair. Emmett lifted up his coat and sat down
elegantly, with his legs crossed, left foot jiggling leisurely.



The lying man heard something and moved his body slightly, and then, he propped himself up.

He couldn't fully open his eyes because of the swelling, his body twitching despite himself.

"You..." That man said hoarsely.

Emmett's lips curved up. "Looks like you haven't woken up yet. I don't want to talk to a drowsy man.
Kayden."

Kayden then waved his hand and a man got his hint. He walked over from the back door, brought some
ice water and poured it on the man's head.

...

"Shit."

His body trembling, he groaned with pain.

It was cold!

The freezing water!

The freezing water with salt in it!

It was not only cold, but also stinging.

Not able to utter a sound, the man curled up on the ground, trembling.

His ghastly pale lips could still be seen even in the dim light.

A man went over and lift his chin up with an iron rod so that Emmett could see his face clearly.



The smile on Emmett's face lingered still.

"Are you the man?"

Emmett snorted. He lifted his hand and Kayden instantly handed him a cigarette. Then, on his right,
another man lit the fire for him.

Emmett stared at the man coldly as he blew out several smoke rings.

...

"You attacked Elaine?"

The man was still trembling nonstop as he cast a resentful glance at Emmett.

He snorted.

He didn't intend to talk to Emmett.

Anyway, he knew that he was going to die, so it was of no help talking to him.

Therefore, he'd like to die a quick death by provoking him. The sooner he died, the sooner he would be
freed.

Kayden frowned to the man's stubbornness and noncooperation, but Emmett chuckled to it.

Leaning back to a comfortable position, Emmett held a cigarette between his fingers, ferocity, however,
coming out of his pores.

"Well, you have a bone, don't you? You want a quick death?"



Emmett said as if he was talking about an interesting story about his neighbor. But suddenly something
cold moved in his eyes and his voice got harsher.

"You almost get my woman killed, and now she is permanently injured. I can't let you die so easily.

I heard you and your wife were so in love. And you wanted to take her far away and live a happy life
with her after this mission?

And, oh, I also heard she is pretty, when she was alive?"

Emmett talked about the killer man's wife, startling the man. He raised his head and looked at Emmett
with fear.

Why did Emmett mention his wife?

She was already dead!

Emmett tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers and raised his eyebrows. He said this as if he
was narrating a couple's story in a movie.

"Have you heard of having sex with a corpse?"

"What?"

Emmett's words gave the man quite a start. He suddenly sat up, his mouth wide-open, his lips
trembling.

Emmett narrowed his eyes slightly with a faint smile. He fixed his gaze at the man and asked word by
word,

"So, have you heard of it or not? Interesting thing, isn't it? Do you want to see? I've spent a lot of
money to freeze your woman's body, and it hasn't rotted yet."



The color drained from him. His lips began to tremble, then his hands, his head, his entire body began
to shake uncontrollably.

...

"You ... you can't do that! She's already dead! You can't do that to her!"

"That's not for you to decide."

Emmett sneered.

"Why can't I do this to your woman after what you did to mine?"


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