The man gritted his teeth and tried to push himself up from the floor, but Viserys had already stepped forward and seized him by the throat. He broke all four of his limbs, then lifted him clear off the ground and pinned him against the door.
Watching the man's face turn purple, Viserys continued coldly, "Speak. I'm not asking you to tell me things you cannot reveal. All you need to tell me now is who sent you. Was it the Lannister remnants, or the Iron Bank?"
Although Viserys had named several factions earlier, in his eyes, only the escaped Lannister remnants and the Iron Bank might pay that sum. Or rather, only those two could likely afford to hire the Faceless Men.
Viserys had not really given much weight to Littlefinger, whose name he had mentioned earlier. Petyr Baelish was accustomed to manipulating power from behind the scenes.
An extravagant move like paying to hire a Faceless Man outright did not fit Petyr's usual cautious approach or his reluctance to expose himself.
As Viserys finished speaking, his fingers tightened further around the man's throat, making the bones in the Faceless Man's neck creak.
The Faceless Man's entire face looked ready to seep blood. Although Viserys had crippled his arms and legs, he could still thrash his body, but even after struggling for some time, he could not loosen the grip in the slightest.
He opened his mouth, desperate to drag in great gulps of air, but only muffled rasping sounds escaped his throat. He could not force out even a single complete word.
Viserys paid him no further heed. His gaze remained fixed on the Faceless Man's face, clearly catching every shift in his eyes, from hope to panic and finally to the vicious desperation of a man with