Power

"You are going too far Mr. Six. You are killing him. Cut it out!" Bo yelled at the hunters' commander who was trying to extract words from Delun. Among all of them, he was the innocent one who had no clue about what had happened.

The Bena walked to where the commander was hurting Delun. He used to ignore the other boy and surely, he wouldn't treat either of them nicely. From his expression, it was obvious that he didn't like Lashuka and either of his servant. Thus, if one day he caught one, there would be no mercy toward them.

On the other hand, the Bena couldn't see any tinge of darkness inside the boy's deeper part that might display itself under tough torture. Thus, continuing what they were aiming to catch made no sense anymore and was just a waste of time.

Losing time had worse outcomes for them because the juggler could joggle more plots against them and might have been managing them to loupe forward, gaining his goals. Whereas the hunters had no tract that could lead them to this mysterious person and had no inkling how to capture him somehow they left between the devil and the blue sea.

This way the servant force of darkness could simply run out and neither of those people in the room longed for being punished by the crown prince.

"Let go of the boy, Commander!" Bena asked.

Commander Six rolled his yellow eyes on Bena. She nodded and approved that the boy was no threat to them. Delun felt that his guts got free of pain and a big volume of air seized his lungs that were almost about to their end a minute ago. His face had gone as red as a tomato and he began to cough.

"Oh, man! This is sick!" He muttered, placing a hand on his tummy. Eventually, this wild-natured commander released him although he couldn't understand why would they behave them savagely. For what cause? Was not he the victim that the juggler caught, so what was the main point?

The track of ethics that the hunters had chosen was way unbearable. For Delun they had no difference with the vampire juggler that pissed his ass off. Where was the justice that they used to spread slogans about it? All of them were a bunch of yaks, the thought crept into his head, and wasn't able to let neither of those words running on his tongue.

Bo gritted his teeth after seeing blood on Delun's lips. They made him bleed and he was thinking about making them repay that. Anyway, they were supposed to release them eventually, although he knew there was something behind these sorts of questioning terms. He attempted to move but he was entirely glued to the sculpture of that god of war.

The hunters had abnormal powers that not every regular person in Vita possessed or could earn it! These powers weren't like the ones that the Immortality court was giving shadow Aligners! This folk was born with their superpowers skills and the king made them for himself like some personal belongings.

"Well, Bo Wong! Now it is your turn." The Bena stated and rolled her face on Bo.

What did she mean exactly by saying that his turn began! Did she mean the torturing or the questioning or both?

"If you were going on good terms then I might be able to help but this way, just go to the hell." Bo snapped! He never expected such behavior because, in the end, they were not two criminals from the Feral sect.

The hunters seemed didn't need braveness any more than they needed answers- to solve the case and change Vita's fortune; with their practical strict behaviors even if it cost them breaking hands and severing a law, anyway they would gladly do that to reach what they came for it. To themselves, they were the laws and wouldn't let any stealth of moves slip over their sights.

Commander stepped beside the one that they were calling him Five who had glued Bo there, waiting for the order to free him. For a short moment, the tension inside the room seeped down but it no longer could hang on and like an inward wound obtruded up on Bo.

All of them gathered in front of the TECO's young racer. Again the heavy wave of strange sense filled the air, reading their blank faces was the toughest work ever.

"Bo Wong! I heard that you are the son of Dr. Melisa Wong and that is making this case interesting! Now, in the circle of Gods, I am asking you to tell us the truth. Thus, what is your nexus with the recent serial murders and the juggler?" Bena claimed.

Bo sighed; it was the stupidest question that someone could ask him. What kind of relation he could have with them? Nothing!

"Don't ever think about denying or lying to us because then we might want to try vexing ways to find out about the truth." One finished for Bena. She looked to be the volunteer to torture him.

Bo had no intention to lie about what he went through but also no one mentioned that he mustn't hide some parts. Not all parts of the truth were related to these hunters' business. In this case, he was the only person who couldn't run away.

"So you saw my mother!" He chuckled and answered himself; "of course, you did! She is working on this case and certainly, she studied the bodies, she discovered the truth. I am sure that now you know this juggler has been sacrificing for his God." Bo was disgusted mentioning that matter.

"Yes! She did her part very well and now you tell us! What is this to you?" The Queen card glinted in his hand. The commander barely believed them. The card was moving between his fingers.

"Start from the beginning of tonight. For the sake of you try to mark my words." One emphasized. She looked cruel and somehow familiar but Bo couldn't remember where he saw her before.

"Yes, then we would reach the peak of details." The commander approved her.

Bo peeked at Delun who managed to lean on the table. At first, they healed him and then hurt him. They were truly psychos.