Michael Quinn's face was filled with terror. He desperately shook his head, but only saw a burly man approaching him with an instrument of torture...
And on one side of the room, through the massive one-way mirror, some of the underground room could be seen.
A figure sat quietly in a chair, watching from start to finish. No matter how much the tortured person suffered, no matter how bloody and chilling the punishment was, the man watching showed no more expression than calmness.
And since he didn't speak, the few people standing behind him naturally dared not say anything either, waiting quietly.
It wasn't until the entire process was over that Michael Quinn collapsed on the floor like a rag.
The tall figure stood up, his dark eyes deep, "Hand him over to the police. I want him to never come out of prison in this lifetime."
"Yes." The person behind him responded, internally mourning for Michael Quinn.
