In the luxuriously decorated room, blood splattered across the walls. Every light in the room was on, yet there was not even a trace of a shadow on the floor!
Charlie loved this kind of decor. He liked being surrounded by light, as though he himself were the Avatar of light.
But at that moment, he had lost all his former elegance and was miserably restrained in a chair.
He looked awful. His eye sockets were bruised, his cheeks were swollen, and there were several splits on his lips, the blood already turned black.
He hung his head, looking completely drained of strength.
Two men in formal suits stood nearby, while another stood in front of him.
The man looked to be in his fifties. He was tall and thin, with silver-gray hair and a few wrinkles on his face.
Those wrinkles made him look extremely fierce and difficult to provoke. Wearing black gloves, he stood before Charlie with his hands crossed.
Looking at the man who had already been thoroughly tormented, the Skinny Tall Guy seemed to feel no sympathy. He grabbed Charlie by the hair and forced him to look up at him.
"Give..."
"My money!"
"Back to me!"
He spoke one word at a time, slowly and clearly, putting immense pressure on Charlie.
The instant Silver collapsed, he had come looking for Charlie and captured him. Charlie's sister might have escaped early, or she might still be hiding on this private island.
But it did not matter. He believed she would show herself sooner or later. For now, he would torment this man a little.
A pained smile appeared on Charlie's face. "Before you invested, I already told you that any high-return investment carries equally high risks..."
The Skinny Tall Guy swung his fist into Charlie's cheek.