Mr. Sawyer's eyes darted around, just as he was about to speak.
Daisy Doyle said coldly, "April, show him what we're made of!"
"Alright." April Young rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a pill about the size of a Malteser, then shoved it straight into Mr. Sawyer's mouth.
"What is this stuff?" Mr. Sawyer was shocked and tried to resist.
He couldn't believe it!
He was a grown man—how could he lose to two young girls?
He was famous in the Specter Group for his agility—
Yet in the next second, his whole body turned weak and limp; he couldn't muster even a bit of strength!
"What did you make me take?" Mr. Sawyer's voice was barely a whisper, his face drained of color from fear.
"Something that'll make sure you can't call for help!" Daisy Doyle replied proudly. "April, go ahead!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the two pretty young women launched a flurry of punches and kicks at Mr. Sawyer, who was so scared his legs turned to jelly.
They might look petite and delicate, but their strength was absolutely no joke.
After three solid punches, Mr. Sawyer coughed up blood, collapsed miserably to the floor, and couldn’t even muster a scream.
Meanwhile, Zachary Zhang thought he was living the dream, enjoying the company of two beauties. Little did he know, just a wall away, Mr. Sawyer was getting beaten so badly he could barely breathe.
"Enough, enough—don’t kill him," Daisy Doyle stopped April Young, flexed her wrist, grabbed Mr. Sawyer with one hand, and tossed him onto the grand armchair. "Now, are you ready to answer our questions properly?"
Mr. Sawyer was utterly defeated—he’d lost all will to live!
He’d seen all kinds of interrogations before, but never anything like this!
And yet, no matter how much he cried out for help, nobody answered—he was completely trapped.
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Just stop hitting me!" Mr. Sawyer’s cheeks were swollen, his eyes nearly shut—he honestly believed these two maniacs would kill him right here.
If he really died here, nobody outside would ever find him!