"Where are Sharron and Marich?"
The burly, vicious-looking man glared with malevolent eyes. Though he was asking a question, he radiated an aura of, "It would be better if you didn't answer."
"N-No, I don't know..."
Kaspars endured the agony of having his calf crushed beneath a foot and struggled to answer, but then another crunch rang out.
The Beyonder who had crushed Kaspars's knee without hesitation wore a bloodthirsty smile. In a pleased, savage tone, he continued:
"Who helped Sharron and Marich?"
"M-My lord, I'm just a broker. I really... really don't know anything about Beyonders!"
Just as Kaspars's weak voice emerged, a hand with sharp nails suddenly gripped his wrist. With a slight squeeze, Kaspars's somewhat brittle bones twisted completely like crisp crackers.
The attacker seemed to enjoy crushing ordinary people bit by bit. His smile grew increasingly cruel and his gaze increasingly vicious. Looking at Kaspars's pained, helpless, and weakened expression, he trembled with excitement.
He still did not repeat his previous question, instead asking a new one:
"What happened on the night of October 25?"
"Please wait, let... let me think..." A glimmer of hope flashed through Kaspars's despairing eyes. The attacker said nothing, merely studying him with a teasing look as though waiting for his answer.
"The night of the 25th, the night of the 25th... Right, there was a huge explosion near the warehouse that night, and someone set off fireworks. But those explosives definitely didn't come through my channels! Really..."
"Wrong answer!"
The man's smile became even more unhinged. He raised his hand toward Kaspars's only intact right hand, but at that moment, a gunshot exploded with a bang! A bloody hole burst open in the man's right eye, followed by a sudden gash along his neck. Yet not much blood spurted out.