Chapter 11

As soon as these words came out.

Martin's face suddenly changed. His throat went dry, his lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.

The hall was terrifyingly quiet, with only the sound of water lapping in the pool outside and the faint chirping of birds in the distance.

Jack crossed his arms, looking at Martin, slumped on the ground.

"Looks like you're not planning to talk."

"Joseph."

"I'm here!"

Joseph stepped forward, his eyes cold as ice.

"Let me introduce him."

"His name is Joseph Miller."

"He's my right-hand man, and... he used to be in charge of interrogations."

"Do you know how many nerves the human body has?"

"Three million six hundred and fifty thousand."

"Each one connects to the brain, transmitting pain."

"And Joseph can turn every single one of your nerves into your nightmare."

"He can make you experience all the suffering in the world over seven days, but you just won't die."

As he spoke, Jack lifted Joseph's hand and looked coldly at Martin. "Don't let these rough hands fool you - they're more precise than a scalpel. He can avoid all the vital points and cut where it hurts most, without taking your life."

"No... no..."

"I really don't know..."

"Jack, let me go. I was your father's good friend, remember? When you were little, I even held you."

Seeing he still wouldn't talk.

Jack's eyes instantly turned cold.

"He's yours." Jack said to Joseph.

Then he walked straight out of the hall.

"Yes."

Joseph nodded respectfully.

Then closed the door.

Outside the hall.

Jack lit a cigarette, ash gradually falling.

Inside the hall, Martin's screams grew weaker and weaker. The blonde woman's crying had stopped - she must have fainted from fear.

Jack couldn't help but remember when he was young, Martin often came to visit. Back then, he was quite kind. Who would have thought...

The hall door opened.

Joseph came out holding a handkerchief, slowly and carefully wiping the blood from his hands as he walked.

When he reached Jack.

Joseph bowed respectfully. "General."

"Did he talk?"

Jack had already lit another cigarette, slowly exhaling a white cloud. The bright red ember flickered in the smoke.

Joseph gently shook his head.

Seeing this.

Jack's brow immediately furrowed.

No one could hold out under Joseph's torture.

Which meant...

Martin really didn't know who killed William.

"Alright, let's go."

Jack threw the freshly lit cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

It seemed like William's death.

Was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

"General, what about him?" Joseph asked.

"Let him fend for himself. Take back the assets."

Martin might have nothing to do with William's death, but that didn't excuse the fact that he seized the property and betrayed his friend.

Jack not killing him was already more than generous.

"Yes."

Joseph nodded respectfully, then made a call to have his people start the process.

Soon.

The two men got in the car.

Just as they got in.

Joseph's phone rang.

He took it out and looked, his expression suddenly changing.

"General, the test results are in."

Jack, who had just closed his eyes, immediately opened them.

"Speak."

Jack's fingers tapped lightly, making a rhythmic sound that was especially clear in the enclosed car.

Joseph took a deep breath, his eyes moving from the phone screen to Jack, with a look of disbelief and gravity.

"The rush report from the medical examiner just came in. They detected traces of a special neurotoxin on Mr. Carter's body."

"Neurotoxin?" Jack's eyebrow lifted slightly, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.

That kind of thing wasn't something ordinary people could get their hands on.

"Yes." Joseph nodded, his voice low. "And this toxin is very subtle. The medical examiner had to test many times before detecting it. The specific composition still needs further testing."

The air in the car seemed to freeze in that instant.

Jack's tapping fingers suddenly stopped.

If before he had only suspected, then now, this clue completely proved that William's death was a conspiracy, and whoever killed him was no small player.

As for Isabella, she was just a pawn.

Someone was using her as a knife!

However.

What puzzled Jack was that William was just a businessman. What kind of person would go to such lengths, using such subtle methods to kill him?

Unless.

William had something they wanted.

But what could a businessman have that people would covet?

Things... were becoming increasingly mysterious.

Jack lit another cigarette and took a deep drag. The harsh smoke circled through his lungs, clearing his somewhat muddled mind a bit.

"How's Isabella doing?"

Jack asked.

They couldn't get anything out of Martin.

So Isabella was the only person who knew something.

"Following your orders, our people are monitoring her closely twenty-four hours a day. She's already started transferring assets, but we haven't found anyone else contacting her yet."

The reason they hadn't moved on, Isabella.

Was that what Jack wanted to play the long game?

Although Isabella was a vicious woman, she definitely wouldn't dare do something like murdering her husband for money on her own.

There must be someone behind her.

Jack wanted to use her to draw out whoever was behind her.

"Keep monitoring. Don't let her leave the country, and don't let her get silenced." Jack said calmly.

"Yes."

Joseph nodded respectfully, then looked at Jack and asked respectfully, "General, should we head back?"

"Find somewhere to drink."

William's death was becoming increasingly complicated, which made Jack feel melancholy. He wanted to have a drink.

"Yes." Joseph started the car.

The car wandered aimlessly through the city, finally stopping in front of a bar.

Entering the bar.

Jack went to the bar counter, ordered a whiskey, and drank by himself.

Slightly tipsy.

After just a few drinks, he turned and left the bar.

But just as Jack got in the car.

The car door was suddenly knocked urgently.

Jack frowned and looked outside.

Outside the window, a face with delicate makeup that now looked somewhat disheveled came into view.

It was a woman.

She wore a black tight-fitting slip dress, the hem somewhat wrinkled, as if she'd just been through some pulling and tugging. Her golden wavy hair fell messily over her shoulders, a few strands soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.

The woman's eyes were filled with terror and helplessness.

Jack didn't open the door, just examined her coolly through the glass.

In this mixed neighborhood, this woman had either provoked the wrong people or owed debts she couldn't repay.

If Jack opened the door, he'd be inviting trouble.

Although... he wasn't afraid of any trouble.

"Save me, please."

The woman seemed to sense Jack's hesitation. Her hands kept pounding on the window, her beautiful eyes full of terror, constantly turning to look behind her.

Jack's fingers tapped lightly on the seat, the rhythm steady and strong.

"General?"

Joseph up front had already started the car, asking Jack for instructions.

Jack turned his head.

Looking outside, he happened to see several people already chasing out from the bar.

Some wore their caps crooked, some had scorpion tattoos on their arms. They were cursing as they rushed out of the bar, holding bottles and steel pipes, their eyes fierce as they searched the street.

"There!"

Soon, a bald man spotted the woman pressed against the car window. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he led the others rushing over.

Seeing people chasing after her, the woman screamed in fright.

"Save me..."

The woman's voice was already choked with tears. She turned to look at Jack, her beautiful eyes already brimming with tears. She saw Jack as her last lifeline.