Hearing those words, Stephan's expression remained calm and unreadable. His emotions were impossible to discern, leaving Stanley instinctively holding his breath. He didn't dare look up or make a sound.

Stephan said lightly, "Bring him here."

Stephan had previously mentioned wanting to interrogate the man personally. However, since the captive was still in the custody of the Special Operations Unit, their initial questioning had only scratched the surface. Stephan was far from satisfied. The results were inefficient, and what they had extracted was far from complete.

Stanley immediately made arrangements. Half an hour later, the robed man was brought into the Russell residence's secret underground chamber, his face covered.

Before being forced into a chair, the robed man, still sneering, spoke provocatively. He assumed this was another tactic by the Special Operations Unit to break him and taunted, "I've already said everything I know. What now? Are you going to resort to illegal methods?"

Those words barely left his mouth when the cloth covering his face was yanked off.

What greeted his eyes was a dimly lit underground chamber. A stack light illuminated his surroundings, revealing the grim electric chair to which he was strapped; his hands and feet were tightly restrained. Around the room, racks stood against the walls.

The robed man froze. His usual composure cracked for a moment as his pupils shrank in shock. "Where am I? What are you planning to do?"

He scanned the faces of the people standing around him. None were familiar. Each was cold and expressionless, standing tall with an air of disciplined precision. They were clearly well-trained, their presence suffused with danger. But these weren't the people from the Special Operations Unit.

In their custody, the robed man had been fearless. He had taken full advantage of their restraint, confident they wouldn't cross the line. He even dared to mock them.

But now, things were different.

"You're not from the Special Operations Unit! Where's Michael? Where's Captain Cortez? I want to see him! Take me to him!"

He struggled and yelled angrily, panic setting in as he realized something was wrong. Then, the faint sound of footsteps came from the long staircase leading into the chamber. The steady rhythm of leather shoes tapping on the floor reverberated—a death knell to the robed man.

As the figure descended, his shadow stretched long across the room. When the man finally came into full view, the robed man's composure completely shattered. His face turned ashen, and his pupils were filled with shock and terror.

"Mr. Russell?"

The realization hit him like a sledgehammer. He would never have imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that Stephan Russell himself was behind his transfer.

After a moment of stunned silence, his mind raced. He forced a weak, ingratiating smile as he stammered, "M-Mr. Russell! To what do I owe this… honor?"

Stephan approached step by step, exuding the icy dominance of someone with absolute power. With a bone-chilling smirk, he asked, "You dared to threaten me, and now you're asking why I'm here?"

Hearing this, the robed man's smug grin froze as he scrambled to deflect the blame. "Mr. Russell, this must be a misunderstanding… It's all that bastard, Pete's, idea. It has nothing to do with me, I swear!"

Stephan scoffed coldly. "Fine, I'll give you one chance. Tell me everything you know, or else…"

He didn't finish the sentence, but Stanley, always attentive, flipped the switch on the electric chair. The robed man didn't have time to react before the first jolt of electricity surged through him. The pungent smell of burning flesh began to fill the air.

The robed man convulsed violently. It was only when the pain slowly subsided that he realized he wouldn't escape unscathed. Stephan wanted information, and if he didn't give it, his suffering would only intensify. This was a fate worse than death!

"I'll… I'll tell you everything!"