Chapter 171

"Talk."

Kane, with the broken guitar dripping in blood on his right hand, slowly approached the other man on one corner of the room while brushing his hair back with his left hand. He looked so cool and regal, yet undeniably evil.

Just the way he lifted his chin and looked down on the man tied up in the chair was enough to make the poor man cower in fear.

The sight of him, non-stop banging the man's head with the guitar earlier, couldn't be erased from the memories of the other three people. All of them was pale and none could look straight into Kane's eyes.

Then, Reis also came and joined the interrogation.

"Who's the dealer?" He asked with a low tone.

Reis had his hands kept inside his pocket while also looking down on the man, his eyes belittling. With the two of them standing together, the man felt like a lost little child in front of their towering presences.