"Shut up!"
Dio's eyes were ice-cold. Ignoring the guard's agonized cries, he pressed a finger between his eyebrows and said quietly, "One more word of bullshit, and eight-hundred-degree heat will erupt inside your skull and boil your brains dry."
The guard instantly stiffened, staring wide-eyed at the slender finger pressed between his eyebrows, as though he could feel Death's noose already tightening around his neck.
A psychic? A devil? He's really going to kill me!
"I'll talk! Don't kill me!"
With his life almost flashing before his eyes, the guard screamed those words without any hesitation. His face was filled with terror, all his earlier composure gone.
"Muhayelich! It was Muhayelich, that gambling dog! He gave me five million to monitor every time the Twelfth Prince went out!"
As he spoke, his voice grew servile and tearful. "Don't kill me. I've told you everything I know. I needed that money to save my daughter-"
"She's only eight-I want to save her-"
Dio frowned and turned to Caesar.
"He's telling the truth. There were no lies."
Hearing that, Dio withdrew his finger and stopped threatening him. Instead, he let out a long breath and remarked, "You really are a good dog."
"Yes, yes, I'm a dog, I'm a dog-"
The guard seemed to see hope of survival and hurriedly agreed, not daring to contradict him in the slightest.
Dio said nothing more.
He wasn't some psychopath who had to humiliate the guard. Rather, what the guard had said didn't match what he had done.
Since that man named Muhayelich had told him to monitor every time Mumuzawa went out, why, by Dio's calculations, had the guard sent information about Dio the moment he arrived?
Mumuzawa hadn't even gone out yet.
There was only one possibility. Based on his experience of Mumuzawa's