He got out of the car and walked to the old building that appeared to be an old, abandoned warehouse. But once he entered, the interior design was stunning. Even though it was dark, the place was so neat and decorated differently from how old the warehouse should be.
Usually, an old warehouse is supposed to be a dirty place, filled with old, dusty cartons but this one has been renovated into cells where captives could be kept.
Ryan walked down the dimly lit hallway and soon stopped in front of a little cage-like cell. He walked in and was instantly assailed by a strong stench of blood and rotten flesh.
That familiar heart-wrenching cries rang out in the room. He walked into the inner part of the room and found two armed men torturing a weary, old man. It’s the same man from the company the other day.
No matter how they tried to torture him to confess, he refused to say a word. “Boss… You are finally here,” One of the armed men noticed Ryan and greeted him.
Ryan nodded and turned to the man bound with chains to a chair. “Are you ready to say the identity of the mastermind or you would rather take the secret to your grave?” He questioned with an irritated look.
If it wasn’t for his strong will, he wouldn’t have been able to survive in this room. Hoffman could barely breathe.
He looked at Ryan, wanting to say something but the words just wouldn’t come out. He knows that it’s better to die like this rather than reveal the identity of the mastermind.
In the process of revealing the identity of the mastermind, he would probably be forced to reveal other plans the mastermind has in mind. That would lead him to suffer even more torment.
So he would rather die in Ryan’s hands. “I… Already… Said… This… Before… I… Do… Not… Know… Any… Mastermind,” He stuttered and the one-armed man raised a device in his hand to place it on him but Ryan unexpectedly stopped him.
He signalled to the men and they moved back. They could already feel the anger brewing in their boss and they don’t want to face his wrath again.
Ryan tried to resist showing how irritated and annoyed he felt as he advanced toward Hoffman.
Hoffman lifted his face, a black eye and the other one bleeding profusely to look at Ryan. He never would have expected what Ryan did next in his wildest dreams.
No… Ryan didn’t torture him. Neither did he ask him anything. He just looked directly into his eyes and the next thing he knew, he couldn’t feel anything… Neither could he sense anything.
He just sat there, staring back at Ryan with a lost, lifeless look. Ryan smirked, knowing that his tactic had worked. None of the armed men noticed that Ryan’s eyes had an unusual change of a bright crimson glow at that moment.
Ryan’s face steeled as he read into Hoffman’s memory. He frowned as he found out some useless information about him and he just continued digging into his memory, trying to find what he is seeking.
A few minutes later, his face displayed a look of shock when he finally stumbled upon a stunning piece of information. He didn’t say a word before turning around to leave.
Hoffman fell to the ground as soon as he turned around. The man literally passed out. The armed men on the other hand were confused as to what just happened but none of them dared to question him.
“Release him… Let him go. I have gotten what I wanted,” Ryan spoke slowly but loud enough for them to hear before walking out of the room briskly.
The two armed men exchanged glances but then shrugged. It’s not their position to ask questions. They just did as they were told.
They released Hoffman and even treated him. However, before he woke up, they asked a bus to drop him off at his dingy apartment. During his stay at the dungeon, they’d been trying to research any scoop of dirt they could get on him.
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Ryan glanced at the familiar apartment as he drove past it. His eyes still haven’t changed colour but he didn’t care. The security guards at the entrance didn’t even notice because they didn’t carry out their usual security check on him.
They already recognized him as the only one in the entire estate that owns a black Lamborghini.
Ryan discreetly wondered if Emily is alright now… If Mrs Jones is back at home as he drives past their apartment. He has a sudden urge to see her again at least, to quench this surging anger in him.
His hands tightened around the steering wheels again. He should be spiralling in shock. He should be stunned but no, he is feeling none of those emotions.
The only emotion he is feeling is this anger… This insurmountable anger and… And curiosity. He just wants to know why. So many questions ran through his mind but not even one answer.
He won’t get all the answers he needs by staying in this goddamn car. He wants to charge home and question that motherfucker! How could he have done this!? No wonder, he was acting so suspicious that day.
Ryan took in deep breaths as he tried to stabilize his thoughts. A part of him wants to stay rational while the other part just wants to act irrationally.
Ryan was so lost in thoughts that he didn’t realize that he had already reached his apartment. He stopped the car and didn’t go out for a while, almost thirty minutes.
He just sat there, his mind blank as he didn’t know what he was going to say but his eyes flamed with anger when he’d seen in Hoffman’s memory kept on reappearing boldly in his mind.
He sighed and looked up. The lights were on, indicating that Scott is back. Ryan squinted his eyes at the house before walking out of his car to the house.
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