Chapter 1131


    Chapter 1131


    "Do you think I''m more of a man than you are? It seems that you didn''t understand what I was trying to convey.


    You see, it''s not easy for you to die, but I won''t let you get off with a quick death either. If you don''t tell me what


    I want to know, I''ll make it slow and painful." Jared said as though he was joking, making the others shudder.


    "Jared Johnston, you should just die," the tattooed man retorted."I won''t tell you anything no matter how much


    you torture me."


    "Don''t speak too soon, now." Jared looked at him yfully.


    "So let''s see. Can you still move your arm?"


    The tattooed man''s face were clenched and twisted, and his arm was trembling as it dangled limply at his side.


    "Jared Johnston, give me the antidote! Quick!"


    Henry''s henchman could not bear it anymore, as the excruciating pain in his arm had consigned him to a life


    even worse than death.


    Seeing this, Jared nced at us with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.


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    "I was right," Jared said.


    He didn''tst past fifteen minutes at all"Then, he looked at the tattooed man with a piercing stare, "The


    antidote is here, but you must first provide me with the answer to my question. So tell me, who sent you to


    assassinate Mr. Johnston Sr?"


    "I have no idea!"


    ''What ame excuse'' Jared nced at us.


    "Give him some more. use took a bottle of alcohol out and walked up to the man with the pentagram tattoo.


    The entire bottle of alcohol hovered in front of him, and though he had said that he was not afraid, he was, in


    truth, shaking with fear, as he new he would soon have a taste of death.


    "If you speak now, you can still survive, but if you drag on, I''m afraid it''ll be toote for your arm," us


    reminded.


    "You''re just trying to scare me with that bottle of alcohol. At this point, you can just take a knife and plunge it


    through my chest instead," the tattooed man said, maintaining his stubbornness.


    "Alright then. Here, have a drink," us said, and proceeded to pour the contents onto the man''s decaying


    arm.


    As soon as the alcohol made contact with the wound, the searing pain sent him tumbling off onto the ground,


    and his entire body began to writhe.


    Jared watched as the man thrashed and convulsed on the ground for a while, after which he said, You do


    these thing just for money.


    Do you think that money would do you any good once you''re dead, and do you really think that the people you


    are serving are worth your sacrifices?"


    As he continued convulsing, he stared at Jared, still refusing to speak up.


    Seeing this, Jared stepped forward and squatted in front of him, whereupon he produced a lighter and yed


    with it.


    The moment the tattooed man saw it, he knew what Jared was going to do next.


    But just when Jared was about to flick the lighter on, he stopped.


    "No, I''ll tell you! I''ll speak up!" the tattooed man yelled, having been tortured by Jared to such an extent that he


    no longer wanted him or anyone else to experience this any longer.


    ''The money I have earned has not been spent.Is Henry Johnston not worth working for anymore?"


    "Help him up."


    Jared ced the lighter away and sat back on his chair.


    Jared''s men proceeded to help him up.


    At this juncture, he was ready to talk, as looked at Jared with fear. He was shaking in fear, and his arm was


    limp.


    "Who ordered you to do these things?" Jared''s shot him a dagger of a stare.


    "Can you give me the antidote first?" he said, knowing that he had to spill anyway, but he also wanted to save


    his arm.


    "The antidote will be given to you, but it''s toote for that arm. If you don''t want to lose the other one, just tell


    me the truth.No tricks or you''ll lose both of your legs."


    Jared eyed him as the air became chilly around him.