Chapter 377: There’s Still Time to Speak

Hearing the leader of the Red Jackals call out to Olivia and then spill his entire plan, the middle-aged man looked at Bellamy with a gaze filled with horror. What the heck? How do the Red Jackals get involved with Olivia? And Bellamy’s attentive manner towards her is nothing short of subservient! The man had never imagined he had walked right into such a trap.

As Bellamy revealed more, the man’s complexion turned increasingly grim. Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. “Who sent you to ruin my face?” she asked. I have never seen this man in her past or current life. Why would he randomly hire gangsters to disfigure me? Is he out of his mind?

The middle-aged man trembled but managed to stay silent.

Bellamy suggested, “Olivia, why don’t you hand him over to me? I guarantee I’ll have him spilling everything within three days!” Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man panicked completely.

“No need, let him go. I’ll handle it myself,” Olivia stood up. Three days is too long. Obediently, Bellamy released his grip. The middle-aged man, now free, silently breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Olivia was naively soft-hearted. If he were left to the Red Jackals, he wouldn’t survive their methods. But if Olivia is handling it? He didn’t take Olivia seriously at all.

Olivia looked up at the man, who appeared overly confident. “There’s still time to speak.” The man scoffed coldly, preparing to walk away with feigned indifference.

But in the next second, Olivia kicked him hard in the stomach! “Ouch!” Blood spurted from his mouth. Before he could regain his senses, Olivia shoved a wooden stick horizontally into his mouth and then wrapped his mouth and the stick together with bandages. With a calm demeanor, Olivia dragged the trembling, pain-wracked man by his hair into a nearby dark room. Bellamy quickly followed.

Inside the dark room, Olivia threw the man onto the ground and grabbed his hand.

Chapter 37: There’s Still Time to Speak

As Bellamy wondered what Olivia was planning, Olivia ripped two of the man’s fingers and snapped them back sharply! The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed loudly in the cramped space. The man’s fingers were twisted at a grotesque angle, and the excruciating pain made his eyes bulge and veins pop on his forehead. Even Bellamy, hardened by life, felt a chill run down his spine at the sight. He finally understood why Olivia had gagged the man with wood. Without it, the intense pain might have made the man accidentally bite off his own tongue. Seeing the man’s fingers cruelly broken, Bellamy unconsciously swallowed. But Olivia’s face remained impassive as she watched the man’s contorted features in agony.

“Do you regret it?” she asked lightly. The man shook, his face pale as he looked at Olivia, who seemed like a demon incarnate. But before he could react, Olivia regretfully gripped another of his fingers. “Why won’t you listen to advice?” “Snap!”