Chapter 420 What''s His Angle?


    I scowled, a chill running down my spine. Inch''s gun-waving was just a bluff, a show to keep the old


    man from thinking he could ever escape.


    The guards hauled the man back from the field. Previously, I had not gotten a good look at the old


    man, but now his face seemed eerily familiar. He was a patchwork of fresh and old wounds, a


    testament to the horrors he had endured here. His legs were impaled with the teeth of the traps, a


    gruesome souvenir from his failed escape.


    As they dragged him off, Inch followed.


    I could not help but ask Reba, "Why are they doing this to an old man?"


    She bit her lip, hesitating. "I''m not sure. Word is he was sent over by Keh to be kept under our


    boss''s thumb. The boss was not keen on roughing him up at first, but the old guy kept trying to bolt,


    and it ticked the boss off. So, he decided to teach him a lesson. The old timer''s tough as nails,


    though. No matter what''s done to him, he''s always looking for a chance to break free as soon as he


    can stand."


    She nced at me, a hint of usation in her eyes. "He was supposed to be too weak to run, but


    you had Inch patch him upst time. That''s why he had the strength to try again today. But after


    today''s ordeal, he''s not going anywhere anytime soon."


    I bit my lip, a crease forming between my eyebrows as I spoke, "The guy''s already half-dead. Why


    doesn''t Lucas just finish him off?"


    In the dimness of that room, I could not help but wonder. An old man, barely clinging to life, was


    there, with Lucas wasting time and effort on torture instead of just ending it. He even let the guy try


    to escape over and over, like some twisted game of cat and mouse. What was he ying at?


    Reba gave a small shake of her head, "I''m not too sure myself. Rumor has it the old guy was a


    cop. Years back, he was deep undercover, collecting dirt on Keh''s crimes. When Keh


    caught on, he was marked for death. For some reason, however, Keh shipped him off to our


    boss instead. The boss, on the other hand, did not kill him either. Just kept him alive. Weird, right?"


    I frowned, trying to piece it together. An undercover cop, left alive just to be tormented?


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    Maybe this old timer had really ticked off Kun, who wanted him to suffer a fate worse than death. So


    he handed him over to Lucas, with instructions not to kill, just to keep up the torment?


    With the sick minds of these people, it was not too far-fetched.


    For some reason, I feltpelled to follow. However, I had barely taken a few steps when Ruo Ruo


    grabbed me, her eyes wide with worry. "Ms. Scott, where are you headed?"


    I nced at the old man being hauled away and replied, "Just going to check things out."


    She shook her head fiercely, her voice stern, "You can''t. The boss said no talking to them. We can''t


    get involved in their fate, or we''ll end up just like them, or worse." Her face had gone white as she


    spoke, fear written all over it.


    Seeing her so scared, I gave her hand a reassuring pat and said, "Don''t worry. I''m not going to stir


    up trouble. I just want to see how he is holding up."


    I had just finished speaking when I trailed behind. Inch had tossed the old guy into a pitch-ck


    room and nged the door shut on an iron cage. This ce was a torture chamber with a twist—


    nothing new to me.


    I watched Inch stride off before Reba and I dared to peek out. We wanted to check on the old


    man, but the dark room was guarded. ncing at Reba, who was shaking her head as if she


    were ying some invisible drum, all serious-like, I saw her resolve. "No can do, Ms. Scott," she


    insisted. "You said we were just looking, not touching. I can''t help you with anything else."


    I could not help but sh a cheeky smile at her, tugging at her arm. "Come on, Reba, you have


    got to have some trick up your sleeve, right?"


    Her face scrunched up like a used paper bag, and she gave me this look like she was about to cry.


    "Ms. Scott, if he finds out, I am a goner."


    That just made me more curious. "So, you do have a way?"


    She let out this big sigh, the picture of misery.


    I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Don''t worry, I just want to see how bad the old man''s hurt.


    I''m not gonna stir up trouble. Trust me, if I had the chops for that, I would''ve bolted from this ce


    ages ago."