Chapter 42: Mark

Brian's expression remained unchanged as he was spat on, simply taking out a handkerchief to silently wipe it off. Toby even dared to laugh, making Owen start to mourn for the guy internally. It seemed this unfortunate guy was about to suffer a chilling death in place of his brother, Mark.

Indeed, the next second, Brian hammered two long nails into Toby's legs, eliciting a scream of agony from him, but this was just the beginning.

Brian stuffed the handkerchief into Toby's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue in a suicide attempt, then he switched on the electrical circuit breaker. The lights in the room began to flicker, and Toby's screams fluctuated with the lighting.

Owen watched, his hair standing on end. His previous actions, though bloody, were always carried out in anger.

But Brian's method was different. It didn't seem much in the movies, but witnessing it in person, one could feel Brian's indifference and disregard for human life. Here, there were no human rights, no international law, just a ruthless pursuit of objectives.

However, Owen was no saint himself and didn't intend to stop it. The electrocution didn't last long before Brian approached Toby and said in a deep voice, "Tell me where they are, and I'll grant you a quick death."

"Haha...hahaha, their fate will be a hundred times more miserable than mine. Your daughter will be ravaged by thousands, wait to collect her corpse, hahaha…"

Toby continued hysterically. Brian turned and walked towards the circuit breaker again. Fear immediately took over Toby's face, and he yelled, "No, no... Ahhh~~~~~~~~~"

The breaker was switched on again, and Toby's tough image disappeared with Brian's action. His pleas were futile. The moment the breaker was turned on, Toby's body convulsed uncontrollably in the chair, his eyes rolling back, his mouth unable to open due to the electrical current, let alone speak coherently, only managing to utter low groans.

This time, the torture lasted as long as it takes to smoke a cigarette. When the breaker was finally turned off, Toby's body continued to twitch involuntarily, his teeth grinding together.

"Tell...me...where...are...they?"

...

Five minutes later, Owen and Brian learned everything they wanted to know.

Although they arrived almost 10 hours earlier than in the movie, Ken was still sent to the auction. Toby couldn't provide any other useful information – names, addresses, transportation methods; it was essentially useless.

Amanda, however, was sent to a club, apparently for some big shot. Mark's protection allowed him to send a few fresh girls there, and Amanda was chosen.

The two furrowed their brows, at a loss, when suddenly a light sound came from outside, as if the heavy iron gate had been pushed open.

...

On Passadin Road, at the back door of a high-end club, a white van slowly stopped. Mark got out from the passenger seat, and the van's cargo area was opened, with several subordinates herding beautiful girls out of the van.

Seeing the door guard showing no sign of letting them through, Mark cursed under his breath and made a call, "We've arrived, at the back door."

Soon, a middle-aged man with several people came out from the back door – it was Ken, whom Brian had called earlier. Ken waved his hand, and his men took over the girls from the other party and led them inside.

Mark, having painstakingly delivered the people, wasn't even allowed inside. Although he felt annoyed, he was powerless; the crimes he committed could have him jailed for 100 years. To survive in Paris, he needed someone influential to cover for him, and the man before him was his umbrella.

He handed over the money as usual and still had to complete the tasks given by his protector, like this time, when he was asked to find some fresh, clean girls.

"I told you about a task, how's it going?" 

Mark hesitated for a moment, not speaking.

Seeing Mark's hesitation, Ken's expression changed, "What? You didn't do it?"

"When you informed me, the person was already sent to the auction. You know their rules – only entry, no exit."

Hearing Mark's reply, Ken's face darkened, nearly roaring, "Damn it, even if you want to die, don't drag me down. I made it very clear to you, that girl named Ken must be brought back."

Mark tried to explain: "He's just one person; we don't need to fear him. You can rest assured, I will handle it, I promise, I will kill him."

"Damn your promises! What will you guarantee with? You've only been in France for a few years; do you know who he is? Do you know what he has done before? He could kill all of you alone."

Ken's words left Mark unconvinced; he just didn't want to openly disrespect Ken, but he really wasn't concerned about this Brian.

The Albanians didn't come to Paris easily; the territories they fought over were built through deadly conflicts. No matter how strong that Brian guy was, he was just one man; how could he possibly stand against a gang?

"If I were you, I'd quickly get someone over here, or you'll only be left to collect corpses."

Ken left, unwilling to stay a moment longer. Mark, although annoyed, still made a phone call; he needed to warn Toby and the others. Strangely, the call went through, but no one answered.

"Damn it, that pervert is probably playing with those women again," Mark thought, knowing his brother's bad habits. He cursed silently and tried others, but couldn't get through either.

Now, Mark also felt something was wrong. Something must have happened on Heaven Street, but he hadn't received any calls. There were not a few people there; it couldn't be that they were all wiped out. But he didn't know that the real situation was almost exactly that – they were almost all dead.

Mark called another subordinate, and this time the call connected quickly, "Luke, take some people to Heaven Street and see what's going on. I can't contact anyone there."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

"Also, tell Holpas to bring more people to the club here at Passadin. I'm here."

"Understood."

...

As soon as Luke pushed open the door, he felt something was wrong. The guard at the door was gone, as were the guns.

The entire yard was silent. He led his men inside, and just a few steps in, they heard a gunshot. The shot came from the small dining area. When Luke arrived, he immediately saw bodies all over the floor.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Edgar, Daniel, Hatch, familiar faces, all lying cold on the ground. Those who followed Luke looked at each other in dismay.

Luke stepped over the bodies on the ground, bewildered, when Brian and Owen, pretending to be corpses among the dead, opened fire.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang"

After a flurry of gunfire, except for Luke, everyone he brought was killed.

Owen collected the weapons, and Luke was dragged by Brian back to the interrogation corridor. Seeing the

 bodies of several leaders on the ground, Luke felt a chill in his heart.

"Where is the auction?" Brian pointed a gun at his head.

Silence.

Bang, Brian shot Luke in the thigh, then pointed the gun back at his head.

"Tell me, where is the auction?"

"Br...Brook Mansion."

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