“I … I really don’t know.”


    Across the inte, Vivian could hear that Ethan’s speech was shaking with torture.


    She frowned in aplicated way, but only propped her elbows on the table to rest her chin, her right hand picking up a random mahjong, in the process of drawing a tile, in a feigned gesture of relief.


    “That’s not even a word? Ethan’s quite a hard-ass.” Vivian’s red lips curled into a smile, “Maybe he doesn’t really know. But Antina, you have a very special interest. It’s interesting to ask someone who doesn’t matter instead of asking the person in question.”


    Vivian was worried about Ethan, but she couldn’t act too worried, even if she was pretending.


    Her words fell, but Antina raised a thick European brow, “I don’t take your word for it.”


    She tilted her head towards Issac, “Shrek, what would you say is the most painful punishment?”


    Issac lit a cigarette in his mouth and said thoughtfully, “Salt in the wound, of course.”


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    But he wasn’t making an analogy.


    “Yikes, Shrek, you’re bad.” Antinaughed and said to the person on the other end of the inte, “Did you hear everything?”


    “Yes, Missy.”


    The person on the other end answered.


    Vivian didn’t say anything else, but nced at Issac with a light smile on her lips, making it impossible to understand what she was thinking.


    Even Antina and Fraser, not to mention Issac, were a bit confused by Vivian’s thoughts.


    To them, Vivian was a young girl from the countryside, even if she had a certain background, but she had never seen the world.


    But now, she was so calm and unhurried that it was really impressive.


    “Ah!!!”


    Not a momentter, a shrill scream came over the inte, the sound piercing the eardrums, “It hurts, it hurts … I … don’t know, I really don’t know ah.”


    “Pretty tough mouth, still not saying. You guys continue.” Antina finished, put the walkie-talkie on a chair aside, smiled and said to Vivian, “Let’s continue ying mahjong. I got lucky today and my hand is fantastic.”


    She was ying psychological tactics, wanting to see just how much Vivian could stand.


    “Luck is just a plus, strength is the root.” Vivian shot back.


    The four of them started to continue ying mahjong.


    During the mahjong game, Ethan’s screams could be heard one after another all the time, sending tingles down one’s back.


    When Vivian looked up, she could clearly see Ethan being tortured, so she only looked up at Antina and did not pay any attention to Ethan in the interrogation room.


    Thinking about this, Vivian suddenly noticed one thing, and that was …


    Why were they so concerned about the rtionship between her and Morris?


    It was clear that they already knew that she had put out the information yesterday that led to Ethan’s arrest.


    But Antina is still pressing Morris on the reason why he broke up with her.


    If it was just curiosity, Vivian found the reason rather absurd and untenable.


    After all, Antina, Issac and Fraser don’t seem like the kind of people who would have nothing better to do than kill time here.


    Think carefully.


    Vivian suddenly felt that she was carrying a bigger secret.


    The mahjong game continued and the torture of Ethan didn’t stop.


    “Missy, he’s unconscious.”


    The words came over the inte.


    Antina calmly pped a “50, 000” on the table and reached for the inte, “If he’s unconscious, find a way to wake him up.”


    And so the mahjong game went on from morning to noon.


    Antina hadn’t asked a single question, so her temper got the better of her and she pushed the row of mahjong in front of her away, pping the table in anger and getting up, “Damn it, I don’t believe I can’t handle one little minion.”


    With a grim look on her face, she turned and entered the interrogation room.


    Issac nced up at Fraser across the room and turned his gaze to Vivian, “Not going in to meet an old friend?”


    An old friend?


    It was only now that Vivian realised that the ‘old friend’ Issac was referring to was Ethan.


    “I’ve only met Ethan a handful of times, and if that’s an old friend, then what are you and Fraser?” Vivian sneered sarcastically and got up to walk around Issac, following him into the interrogation room.


    Fraser’s eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes ancient.


    The two men followed him in.


    As soon as they entered, Vivian smelt the strong smell of blood and fumes.


    It was probably because Ethan was incontinent after all the torture.


    As she got closer, Vivian realised what it meant to be “bruised”.


    The Ethan he had seen in his day-to-day life was not handsome, but he was still a good-looking man.


    His face was covered in bruises and blood, and his eyes were so swollen he couldn’t open them.


    It was a tragedy the likes of which Vivian had never seen before.


    There was a misery that words could not describe.


    Antina put her arms around her chest and kicked one of the bodyguards, “Rubbish, can’t you even ask a question?”


    The bodyguard was kicked to the ground and scrambled back up, “Miss, please spare my life, he is a hard man, unless he uses extraordinary means.”


    “What extraordinary means? As long as we can interrogate him.”


    “Yes, yes, Miss.”


    The bodyguard nodded his head as if he were a man and quickly turned to leave.


    Vivian looked at Ethan in front of her, heartbroken and tormented.


    Suddenly, Antina put her arm around her neck, “You’ve known Morris for so long, and this is all the trash he has around him?”


    Vivian slowly turned her head sideways, her obsidian eyes looking at Antina, her red lips gradually lifting into a curve, “I’ve only known him for less than two years, I don’t know, Antina, you’re giving me a hard time.”


    “You don’t know either? Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s a disaster. It’s Ethan today, it’ll be him, Morris, tomorrow.” Antina deliberately revealed the information to Vivian.


    Vivian asked, “So, I’m curious, what did Morris do to you that made you hit him so hard?”


    She couldn’t think of a reason, if she had to, it would probably be Issac.


    Sure enough, Antina snorted, “He deserves to die for putting my sweetheart through the wringer.”


    Reason, very perfunctory.


    If he really deserved to die, he could have just killed him.


    “Whoever did it is responsible, and why involve innocent people.”


    “Innocent? If Morris is the culprit, he’s an aplice and deserves to die even more.”


    “Fair point. If they all deserve to die, why bully me intoing here?”


    Vivian, sensing that Antina was a little agitated, immediately took the opportunity to ask a question, trying to get something out of her.


    At the end of her sentence, she expected to get something out of Antina, but she didn’t answer for a long time.


    Antina’s fingers on Vivian’s shoulder tapped lightly, “They’re all dead, and they need a body collector? I don’t want them to get my ce dirty.”


    To be continued……