Chapter 591

Tyree and the masked individuals raised their guns and closed in on Bonnie. Standing motionless, Bonnie watched them converge on her from all directions. Nevertheless, she looked fearless. She said nothing until Tyree was about to approach her to grab her. "You can arrest me, torture me, and interrogate me for the antidote. But you'll find it hard to extract any useful information from me, even after days of torture. Mr. Auguste, your time is limited, with only one hour left..." She glanced at her watch and continued, "Oh, no, my mistake. Five minutes have already passed, so you have fifty-five minutes left. Do you think you can endure it?" "How dare you—" Auguste barely had time to speak before the unbearable sensation of itching surged over him, tormenting him relentlessly. He couldn't alleviate the sensation, whether he tried to scratch or not. In the end, he fell to the ground and rolled around in agony. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Auguste's voice of agony echoed throughout the villa.