In the living room, a fair-skinned, clean-shaven middle-aged France man was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.
" Jenny, who's looking for me outside?"
Jenny, whose mouth was covered, made 'woo-woo-woo' noises in an attempt to alert her husband.
The man put down his newspaper, looked up at the door, and saw his wife being dragged into the house by a strange man who covered her mouth.
He stood up abruptly. "Who are you, and what do you want?!"
Old Bryan held up one finger. "Shh~"
He quickly surveyed the layout of the living room and then dragged Jenny to the open-plan kitchen countertop that connected to the living room.
"Mr. McDonald, I have no intention of hurting you or your wife, but only if you obediently tell me the information I want."
McDonald face dark, asked, "What do you want to know?"
"There's a Private Auction tonight, and I need to know everything about it."
McDonald's pupils constricted sharply, and he refused without hesitation. "Impossible!"
A slight ripple appeared in Old Bryan's calm eyes.
He didn't waste any more words, but instead released the hand covering the woman's mouth and turned on the meat grinder in front of the workbench.
The sound of the meat grinder blades turning made McDonald's face change drastically, "What do you want to do?!"
Jenny, who was being controlled by Old Bryan, trembled with fear, her face filled with terror.
" Mike! Help me!"
Old Bryan grabbed her right hand and forcibly pulled it above the meat grinder's entrance.
Tell me about the Private Auction ~
McDonald refused again. "No! Impossible!"
Old Bryan apologized regretfully, "Sorry, ma'am, this is your husband's choice."
After saying that, he forcibly inserted Jenny's hand into the meat grinder.
"No! Mike, no!!!"
Jenny was so frightened that she closed her eyes and struggled and screamed frantically.
The ear-piercing sound of grinding meat filled the air, and minced meat mixed with blood hissed as it spun out of the meat grinder's mesh outlet.
From McDonald's vantage point, he couldn't see the entire control panel. He stared at the scene with utter disbelief. "No! Jenny! Stop it! You damn bastard!"
Old Bryan pulled Jenny's hand out of the meat grinder, but strangely, the hand was intact, only stained with some blood.
He released Jenny's hand and took out the remaining half of a fresh beef from the meat grinder.
"One warning, Mr. McDonald. Next time, it won't be a piece of beef."
Jenny looked at her right hand, which she had lost and then regained, and burst into tears of joy.
She immediately yelled Wrath at her husband, " Mike! What are you waiting for? Tell him that damn information!"
McDonald, his eyes red, yelled, "Shut up, Jenny!"
He rubbed his head irritably, trying to control his emotions, and tried to negotiate with Old Bryan: "Listen, sir! I don't know where you got this information, but I won't risk my whole family's retaliation by leaking information about the Private Auction to you!"
You have no idea how ruthless those people are!
"That's your business," Old Bryan said casually. "I just need information about the Private Auction!"
"Fuck!" McDonald slammed his arm down in a fit of rage. "Didn't you hear what I just said? If I leak this information to you, my whole family will die!"
Old Bryan grabbed Jenny's right hand again, forcibly pulled her above the meat grinder, and then began to count down.
"5...4..."
Jenny stared in horror as her right hand slowly approached the terrifying meat grinder's entrance, her emotions collapsing instantly.
"No! No! No! Mike!!!"
Old Bryan's devilish, whispered countdown continues.
"3...2..."
At the last second, McDonald suddenly raised his hands and roared, "Stop! Stop!!!"
Old Bryan stopped what he was told, but Jenny's right hand remained suspended above the meat grinder.
The sound of the meat grinder reaching McDonald's ears only made him more agitated, already filled with Wrath and fear.
"Stop that damn meat grinder!!!"
Old Bryan released Jenny's right hand and turned off the meat grinder.
"This is the only trust I have, Mr. McDonald."
"I know! I know!" McDonald retorted irritably, pacing back and forth anxiously, clutching his forehead.
Old Bryan loosened his grip on Jenny's neck and let her go.
"Sorry, madam."
His extremely gentlemanly apology sounded to Jenny like the sneer of Hell Demon.
Jenny covered her mouth and quickly ran to her husband's side, throwing herself into his arms.
" Mike!"
"Don't be afraid, darling, you're safe!" McDonald gently patted his wife's back. "Go upstairs, Jenny! Don't come down without my permission!"
"No, Mike!" Jenny shook her head in refusal.
"Trust me, I'll handle everything!" McDonald continued, bending down to kiss his wife's forehead.
Jenny nodded, not daring to look at Old Bryan, and turned to run towards the stairs.
Old Bryan turned on the tap, washed the blood off his hands, and then pulled out a paper towel to dry them.
McDonald asked tentatively, "Why do you need to know about the Private Auction?"
"This is none of your business, Mr. McDonald."
A flicker of disappointment crossed McDonald's eyes. "Alright, I'll tell you the information, but you have to promise me you absolutely cannot reveal that I told you!"
"I promise!"
McDonald took a deep breath and said, "The organizer of that Private Auction was Frank Remerton! He's a big shot who has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds in Paris!"
"Moreover, none of the people attending the auction were ordinary individuals; they were either powerful politicians or extremely wealthy tycoons!"
"My men are only responsible for some peripheral security and patrol work."
"..."
McDonald quickly revealed everything he knew about the Private Auction.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. McDonald," Old Bryan said gratefully.
McDonald said with a grim expression, "Remember your promise! You absolutely cannot reveal that it was me who leaked the information!"
"Of course, I always keep my word," Old Bryan nodded, but then he added, "Oh, right, I also need a pass to enter that private club."
"This is impossible!" McDonald exclaimed in shock and anger.
Old Bryan looked calmly into his eyes and said, "Mr. McDonald, you wouldn't want me to go upstairs and bring Mrs. Jenny down again, would you?"
"You!" McDonald glared at Old Bryan, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "You're a shameless bastard! A treacherous devil from Hell!"
"Documents," Old Bryan said, looking up at the stairs.
McDonald chose to compromise once again.
He turned around, picked up a work ID from the coffee table in front of the sofa, and threw it at them.
"This is my work pass! It will ensure you pass through the outer security and patrols smoothly. But if you want to enter the club, you'll have to find another way."
Old Bryan took the work pass, glanced at it, and nodded, saying, "Thank you again."
McDonald looked at the polite Old Bryan with disgust, then Wrath pointed to the door. "You've got everything you wanted, now... get out of my house!"
Old Bryan wasn't angry. He hung his work badge around his neck and nodded again, saying, "Excuse me, Mr. McDonald."
"Get out!" McDonald roared.
Old Bryan turned and left the villa, returning to the White Taxi parked on the street corner.
"All the best?"
"Smoothly."
"Where to next? That private club?"
Old Bryan glanced at the unconscious girl in the back seat and shook his head, saying, "Let's find a safe hotel first; this child needs medical attention."
Daniel grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and said, "I know a place~"
He started his car and quickly drove towards his destination.
On the other end, Reynolds, whose call had been disconnected, grumbled twice in dissatisfaction.
"That old man, he's used and discarded!"
He turned his head and met Amanda's wet, sticky eyes.
" Reynolds ~~"
The girl lifted the bed sheet, which had somehow been undone, and, with her two large erections, pounced on him with fiery passion.
"No! Amanda! You can't!"
"We... uh... uh..."