Chapter 19: They Had an Intersection Ten Years Ago
Iron Wolf immediately got to work, and sure enough, he found something. He looked at James with admiration on his face.
"Mr. Anderson, Ironclad Weapons Corp and Trevor did have dealings ten years ago. And when your parents were attacked ten years ago, Ironclad Weapons Corp supplied Trevor with a batch of illegal weapons."
James's face instantly darkened, and a flash of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
"What? Ironclad Weapons Corp was working with Trevor ten years ago? And they supplied him with illegal weapons?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson."
Iron Wolf nodded.
"Ten years ago, Trevor purchased a batch of sniper rifles and bombs from Ironclad Weapons Corp. The ammunition matches the shell casings found at the scene where your parents were attacked."
James clenched his fists tightly, the murderous intent in his eyes almost overflowing.
He had always thought his parents' death was Trevor's doing alone.
But now it seemed Ironclad Weapons Corp was also involved. But why?
He gripped his fists tightly, hatred rising in his eyes. "Looks like I need to have a good talk with Trevor."
With that, he quickly returned to The Anderson Manor with several of his men.
The dungeon of The Anderson Manor was dark and damp, filled with a pungent smell of mold and blood.
Trevor was locked in a cell, his hands and feet chained, his face haggard, his hair messy—nothing like his former arrogance.
Hearing footsteps, Trevor looked up and saw James walking in. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by an arrogant smile.
"James? What are you doing here? What, feeling guilty about locking me up? Come to apologize?"
James walked to the cell door, looking down at him with eyes cold as ice.
"Apologize? Trevor, you think you deserve that? I'm here today to ask you—what really happened with my parents' death ten years ago? Was Ironclad Weapons Corp working with you?"
When Trevor heard "Ironclad Weapons Corp," his expression changed for a moment, then he put on his arrogant look again.
"I don't know what you're talking about. What Ironclad Weapons Corp? I've never heard of it. Your parents' death—I hired people to do it. So what? If you've got the guts, kill me!"
"You still dare to lie!" James sneered and said to the guard beside him, "Open the cell."
The guard didn't dare delay and immediately opened the cell door.
James walked into the cell, approached Trevor, lifted his foot and stepped on his leg, grinding down hard.
Trevor screamed in pain, his whole body convulsing. "James, you dare hit me? I'm your uncle!"
"Uncle?" James scoffed.
"You think you deserve to be my uncle? You killed your own brother and sister-in-law, stole my family's fortune, worked with Ironclad Weapons Corp, and killed my parents. You're nothing but an animal!"
As he spoke, he ground his foot down on Trevor's leg again.
"I'm asking you one more time—what really happened ten years ago? What role did Ironclad Weapons Corp play in all this?"
Trevor gritted his teeth, refusing to speak.
"I won't tell you. If you've got the guts, kill me!"
"Kill you? That would be too easy." A cruel smile appeared on James's lips.
He said to the guard, "Break his leg."
The guard didn't dare delay. He picked up a wooden stick and smashed it down hard on Trevor's leg.
A crisp sound—the clear sound of bone breaking.
Trevor let out a piercing scream, cold sweat pouring down his body, tears and snot mixing together in a miserable sight.
"James, I hate you! I won't let you go even in death!"
James looked at his suffering with no trace of pity in his eyes, his voice cold as ice.
"Hate me? Do you have the right to hate me? Breaking your leg is already going easy on you."
He crouched down, grabbed Trevor's chin, and said word by word:
"Let me tell you, I have plenty of ways to let your leg heal and break it again, break it and heal it, making you live in pain for the rest of your life. If you don't want to suffer like this, just tell me the truth about what happened ten years ago."
Trevor looked at James's cold eyes, his heart filled with fear.
He knew James meant what he said.
James really would keep breaking his leg, healing it, then breaking it again. He couldn't bear that kind of pain.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally gave in.
Breathing heavily, he said in a hoarse voice, "Fine, I'll tell you. I'll tell you the whole truth. Just stop torturing me."
James let go, stood up, and looked at him coldly. "Speak."
Trevor gasped for breath and slowly began.
"I did have contact with Ironclad Weapons Corp. Ten years ago, I bought a batch of sniper rifles and bombs from them. I was planning to use them against your parents, but before I could act, I discovered that someone had already attacked your residence and injured your parents."
"I don't know who hurt your parents first. I just took the opportunity to finish them off."
Hearing this, James's face instantly darkened to the extreme, the murderous intent in his eyes almost overflowing.
He had always thought Trevor hired people to kill his parents.
But he never expected the real killer was someone else.
"What did you say? When you got there, my parents were already injured?"
James roared, grabbed Trevor by the collar, and yanked him up forcefully.
"Who was it? Who hurt my parents first?"
Trevor was pulled so hard he could barely breathe, his face pale, his voice hoarse.
"I don't know, I really don't know. When I got there, the scene was already a mess. Your parents were lying on the ground, barely alive. I don't know who did it."
"You're lying!" James roared and punched Trevor hard in the face.
"You must know who did it. Tell me now!"
Trevor was hit so hard his mouth bled and his head spun, but he still shook his head.
"I really don't know. If I knew, I would have told you already. Why would I suffer like this?"
Seeing Trevor like this, James wasn't satisfied at all and kicked him several more times.
Trevor immediately coughed up blood, his body convulsing. Iron Wolf, who had followed along, stopped James in time.
"Mr. Anderson, I know you want to kill Trevor right now, but we still need him alive."
James sneered coldly. "I know what I'm doing. Letting this bastard die so easily would be too good for him!"
Then James turned and left.
All along the way, James was troubled. He thought he had already avenged his parents, but now one mystery after another kept appearing.