Chapter 363

Upon seeing the unconscious man, the masked man removed his mask. Bathed in moonlight, the man's dark eyes were cold, menacing, and bloodthirsty as he glared at Nathaniel. Lionel stepped forward and inquired, "Sir, what's the plan?" "Tie his aides up and toss them into the car. As for him…" Elijah paused, his eyes narrowing, a ruthless expression taking over as he continued, "Hoist him up and take him to the prepared cabin. Sheena will arrive in just over ten minutes. Before she gets here, let's interrogate him." "Understood." … A splash of cold water abruptly awakened Nathaniel. As he regained consciousness, he found his hands bound, hanging from behind, suspended from the shabby beams from the roof. His feet barely touched the ground, and he had to tip-toe to maintain balance. This position was incredibly tiring, especially on the arms, which would become sore and unbearable. Hanging for an hour could lead to dislocated shoulders and bruising under the arms. Nathan