Chapter 472

"I'll say it! I'll tell you everything!" Mike's legs gave out, and he almost wet his pants. His severed arm sizzled in the hot oil, its pale flesh turning a sickly yellow before crisping up. "You're not so stubborn after all," Perseus remarked coldly, cutting off the fire and glancing at Mike disdainfully. Mike wasn't as impressive as he thought. Was that all he had? "I'm from the Oldfield family of Jorland." Mike knew that he had no other means of escape, but he still wanted a less painful death. Hearing that, Perseus frowned. "The Oldfield family? Jorland? You're a traitor to the country?" Didn't Mike study in Ebrea? How could he be from the Oldfield family? Was he really a traitor? Mike nodded. "Yes, I am. Three years ago, I worked for the Oldfield family." He continued, "They gave me an exorbitant amount of money to support me. My instructions were to collect human genome samples from citizens of various countries. My organ trade was just a cover. Their goal is to create