Chapter 1177


    Chapter 1177 Hate The Royal Family


    Crystal’s POV:


    The two clowns understood that the situation was not in their favor and instantly began begging for


    mercy.


    Rufus removed their masks, revealing two ordinary men in their early twenties. “What do the colors of


    these masks signify?” Rufus asked them forbiddingly while shooting a nce at the masks.


    “I’ll tell you everything.” The man in the white sweatshirt was well aware of his current predicament and


    quickly spilled his guts.


    “The colors represent different standings. The green mask is for tourists, while the red, pink, and blue


    masks are for staff. The colors reflect our ranks. The red ones have the highest position and are the


    fewest in number. At present, there are only two of them, while the blue ones are the mostmon.”


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    “So, you are the mostmon ones?” I asked.


    The clown hurriedly nodded and said, “Yes, we are assigned the simplest jobs, so we are the most


    common.”


    “What do you usually have to do?” I asked again.


    The clowns exchanged a nce, the hesitancy clearly written on their faces. “Tell us.” Rufus furrowed


    his brows, ironcing his voice, forcing the clowns to yield.


    “Okay, okay. Please don’t hurt us. Staff like us who are lower on the totem pole usually only perform


    some chores, such as mopping the floor and moving things around.”


    As soon as I heard this, I knew that both of these guys were lying—at least they didn’t tell us the whole


    truth. I angrily mmed my hand on the table. “Don’t try to fool us. If you don’t tell the truth, you won’t


    leave this ce alive.”


    The clowns reflexively moved their heads away from us and muttered, “We’ve told you everything we


    can.”


    I scoffed and cracked my knuckles, saying, “Fine, then I will ask you one question at a time, and you


    can give me an honest answer. If you don’t, I’ll pull your teeth out.” The clowns were terrified and


    frantically shook their heads.


    “It’s your choice now.” I watched their frightened faces frostily without mercy. Both the clowns were


    sweating profusely and nodded in agreement. We’ll tell you everything we know.”


    “Who is Lee?”


    “He… He is the owner of this circus.” The clown’s eyes darted around furtively and dared not meet our


    gazes, the guilt obvious on his face.


    Rufus put down the masks and asked, “Does he also wear a red mask?”


    The clown shook his head frantically with fear. “Lee is the ultimate authority figure. He is different from


    all of us. He wears a ck skull mask. We don’t have the status to meet him, so we don’t know his real


    identity.”


    Rufus calmed down and asked, “You abducted those disabled children or bought them from human


    traffickers, right? Where are they now?”


    The clowns didn’t want to give a direct answer to the questions and gave a vague reply.


    “Tell me! Where are they?” My patience ran out and I couldn’t help but shout.


    Both clowns peered at us warily. “Who are you and why are you asking us these questions? If you want


    us to give you answers, you need to reveal your identities first.”


    “Don’t ask too much. You just need to answer our questions,” I threw their words back at them with a


    snort.


    At this point, the color drained from the face of one of the clowns. “Have youe from the imperial


    pce?”


    After asking that, he struggled violently and shouted, “You must have! Lee hates people from there the


    most. If he finds out that you caught us, he won’t spare us!”