Chapter 39

Upon hearing Cain’s words, Nash could not help but sigh inwardly. His worst fear had come true. The people Cain mentioned should be the Kleins. “If you don’t want to die, answer my question…” Nash had already walked up to Cain. The needle of the syringe in his hand emitted a chilling gleam. Cain’s lips trembled, and he stared at Nash, asking, “You... You’re not one of them?” It was only now that he realized that if Nash were one of them, he would not be asking why he harmed Herman. “Who’s this ‘they’ you’re referring to?” Nash asked calmly. Cain hesitated, still not answering Nash’s question. Nash snorted coldly and directly stuck the syringe into Cain’s chest, slowly placing his thumb on the pushing rod. “Don’t... I’ll talk... I’ll talk…” Cain’s pupils contracted intensely as he hurriedly exclaimed. Nash withdrew the syringe, staring at the man in front of him with a cold gaze. Cain took a deep breath and slowly said, “I don’t know who they are either. They gave me 200