Chapter 1219 An Understated Dominance

Chapter 1219 Unfazed Demeanor

The night grew deeper, with a crescent moon casting a faint silvery glow from the sky. At this moment, a black business car suddenly stopped in front of the Grant mansion.

The car door opened, and Brayden was the first to step out. He then directed several subordinates to carry a large sack into the mansion. They quietly and discreetly made their way to a secret chamber, a place specifically used for interrogations and extracting confessions.

“Open it up!” Brayden commanded as he sat down in a chair and poured himself a glass of wine.

With a sharp cut, the sack was opened, and a disheveled, battered figure tumbled out. It was none other than Hector.

“You old coot, do you know who I am?” Brayden, holding his wine glass, swayed it from side to side, his eyes filled with a chilling intent.

“You are Brayden Grant?” Hector carefully examined him and quickly recognized him.

“Well, well! You’re quite perceptive, recognizing me so quickly,” Brayden said indifferently. “Now that you know who I am, this matter can be easily resolved. Hand over the treasure map, and I’ll spare your life.”

“The treasure map? Heh…” Hector sneered. “So, you couldn’t resist showing your face in the end? I thought the Grant would cherish their reputation and avoid exposing themselves.”

Tyler had been meticulous in his approach, carefully planning every move. The reason he hadn’t personally intervened was due to concerns and a desire to keep a low profile, avoiding drawing the attention of potential enemies. Now, it seemed that they couldn’t contain their impatience any longer.

“Enough with the nonsense! Hand over the treasure map right away, or I’ll make you regret it!” Brayden shouted.

“The treasure map is a priceless heirloom of the Harmon family. How can I give it to the likes of you?” Hector scoffed.

“You old fagot! You dare to talk tough even at death’s door? I can cut you down with one stroke?” Brayden glared at him.

“People will eventually die; it doesn’t matter whether it’s sooner or later,” Hector smiled calmly, his demeanor completely unfazed.

His expression remained relaxed, and he seemed ready to risk it all.

“You son of a b*tch! You still have the nerve to be defiant even when facing death? I’ll show you whether you’re really as tough as you pretend to be!” Brayden stood up and selected a bone-cleaving knife from the assortment of torture devices hanging on the wall.

The knife was not particularly large, and in fact, it looked rather delicate and refined. However, the more exquisite the torture device, the more chilling it appeared.

“See this knife?” Brayden waved it around in front of Hector as he spoke menacingly. “In a moment, I’m going to use it to peel your skin, strip your tendons, and cut chunks of flesh from your body. I will torture you until you wish for death!”

He taunted with a cruel smile as he brandished the knife in front of Hector.

“Go ahead,” Hector said calmly, showing no fear.

“Very well!” Brayden grinned cruelly. He suddenly thrust the knife into Hector’s shoulder.

Hector’s body shook, and his brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Throughout the entire process, he didn’t make a sound.

“You can withstand it for now, but let’s see how long you can hold out!” Brayden stabbed Hector two more times.

Blood flowed freely, and Hector clenched his teeth but remained silent.

“I’ll ask you again. Will you hand it over or not?” Brayden inserted the knife into Hector’s shoulder, and this time, he began to twist it, his face filled with intense malice.

“Do your worst,” Hector coldly responded.

“You want to die? Hehe… It’s not that easy. I’m going to torture you slowly!” Brayden’s laughter was filled with cruelty as he continued to twist the knife.