Andrew followed up the slaps by yanking Gilbert’s hair with brute force.

Gilbert let out a pained howl, like his scalp was about to be ripped clean off.

Andrew growled, “You idiot. If I had the balls to hunt you down, do you really think I’d be scared of the coward hiding behind you? This is your last chance. Tell me who ordered you to do it.”

His voice dropped into a bone-chilling cold.

Gilbert’s head was forced back, his face twisted in pain. He snarled, “You can beat me to death and I still won’t talk. Andrew, you’re dead. The person behind me will rip you apart–”

Before he could even finish his threat, he let out a piercing scream.

Dylan and Natasha felt their scalps tingle when they saw Andrew begin his interrogation.

Two gold needles had been driven deep into Gilbert’s fingers, straight through the nerve endings. Fingers were one of the body’s most sensitive parts, and those thin needles went all the way in.

Even imagining it gave them goosebumps.

Gilbert panted violently, letting out broken screams. “You’ll never get a word from me–”

Then, he howled in pain before finally giving in. “Okay! I’ll talk, I’ll say everything! Please, no more! Please stop!” However, Andrew already had two more needles ready and casually jabbed them into the next two fingers.

The effect was instant, and Gilbert begged for mercy, trembling all over.

Andrew chuckled. “Already breaking? And here I thought you were a tough guy.”

Gilbert’s eyes filled with terror. “You’re a freaking devil! I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything! Just don’t touch me again!”

Andrew shook his head.

Gilbert flinched, panic flashing across his face. “W–What does that mean? You’re not satisfied?”

Andrew smiled warmly. “Of course I’m not. Weren’t you acting all tough just now? I love tough guys. Come on, keep screaming for me. When you’re done, then maybe we can have a nice little chat.”

So, the screams echoed again, filled with agony and despair. It went on for nearly three minutes before the room finally fell quiet again.

Dylan and Natasha were both secretly shaken. When Andrew got mad, he was truly a beast in human form.

Outside the private room, Zachary was smoking and leisurely drinking.

Ruth’s scalp tingled as she asked nervously, “Zac, just how angry is Mr. Lloyd?”

Setting down his glass and blowing out a big puff of smoke, Zachary chuckled. “Angry? This is nothing! If this guy really gets mad, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he could level all of Blumedale in Gabo Creek province, not just make people scream!”

Ruth’s throat moved as she swallowed hard, not daring to ask any more questions.

Soon, the door opened, and Andrew walked out with his people.

Zachary approached and asked, “How did the questioning go?”

Andrew appeared calm as he said, “It was someone from the Driscoll family. You’ve heard of Scarlett Driscoll, right?”

Zachary frowned. “Scarlett’s the head woman of the Driscoll family. There are a lot of children in that family, but at the top, she’s the one who runs the show. Joe might be the one everyone sees and talks about, but behind the scenes, Scarlett’s power and control rival the family patriarch.”

Andrew gave a soft nod and turned to leave. Before walking off, he added casually, “Take care of the guy inside.” Zachary grinned. “Sure. Tonight, every stray dog in Blumedale’s getting a five-star meal.”

After Andrew left, Ruth finally dared to speak. “Zac, going up against the Driscoll family isn’t exactly a good idea, is it? They’re one of the Three Titans.”

Zachary snorted. “Relax. The only ones in trouble are the Driscolls. Those so-called Three Titans? They have no idea what kind of monster they just provoked.”