The White family basement.
Instead of a basement, it’s a dungeon, where there are not only cells, but also full of torture devices, eerie and intimidating.
A man came out of the dark underground corridor, and when he saw Charles White, he respectfully called out to the young master.
“Young master, he does not say, you do not come, we dare not move him.”
“I’ll do it.” Charles White went straight to the deepest part of the long corridor, where there was a glass cell.
All four walls are made of bulletproof glass, while it is actually also an electronic screen.
Only when opened is transparent, the rest of the time dark, the interior of the cell can not see anything.
Prisoners in this depressing dark environment for a long time, it is difficult not to collapse, which is one of the ways they interrogate.
At this time, the four walls of the cell is still dark, the electronic screen did not open, the people outside can not see the condition of the prisoner.
Charles White suddenly lit up the screen, the cell glare blinding, a man is hiding in the corner, with his hands to shield his eyes.
“Stop in time is the best result, you have nothing to lose yet, explain as soon as possible.”
Charles White’s voice rang out from inside the cell.
The man took a long time to adjust to the light slowly opened his eyes, saw Charles White outside poof.
“So it’s you, how long do you want to be Matthew Grant’s lapdog?”
The man taunted, and then he suddenly fell to the ground with a jerk, as if he had been electrocuted.
Charles White outside the window removed his finger from the button with the lightning logo and said faintly, “Say something useful.”
“Heh, even if you kill me, I won’t say anything.”
The man was tough, and Charles White could see he wasn’t afraid to die.
The glass screen rose and Charles White and his men walked into the cell and the screen fell again.
The men took the man’s neck collar and tied him to a chair, and Charles White dragged a chair of his own to sit across from the man.
“As far as I know, you are not alone, from what I just heard, you are doing all this with hatred and resentment towards Matthew Grant, all these people who want to harm Matthew Grant are the same purpose? Revenge?”
He drew a Swiss Army knife from his waist and held it in his hand, waving it around and playing with it very smoothly.
The emotion in the man’s eyes satisfied Charles White, fear is best, fear is fearless.
He smiled a wicked smile, sharper than the sharpness of the knife.
“I admire your guts, so let’s get started.”
“Snort,” the sound of a knife tip sinking into flesh.
The man was ruthless, Charles White plunged a knife into the man’s collarbone, at a tricky angle, without the expected hemorrhaging, but the pain came as expected.
“Snicker …”
The tip of the knife repeatedly probed between the ribs with just the right amount of separation.
“Ah!”
The man’s miserable screams were incessant, and the sound resounded throughout the dungeon.
“Pop.”
The sound of something falling, Charles White jerked back and saw a mute Selina standing outside the cell.
Her whole body had been dumbfounded, her eyes staring straight and dead at the knife in Charles White’s hand, and the man’s bloodied chest.
How could she be here.
“Selina …”
Charles White got up immediately, and the glass screen automatic eye recognition rose up.
Selina looked at him and backed up on her feet, her fear of Charles White rising to a fever pitch.
Looking at him with eyes that were now like looking at the devil, she realized what White’s dad’s words meant, that they weren’t even from the same world!
Not just the difference between a small family and a gentry, but the difference between earth and hell.
She was afraid.