Chapter 1501

The man's cunning eyes scanned the room before he lunged at Taylor, raising his fist. "Mind your own damn business!" Fortunately, Taylor was faster. He delivered a swift kick, sending the man sprawling to the ground. By the time Abigail arrived, the man was pinned beneath Taylor's foot. "You're late," Taylor remarked with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. Abigail ignored him and crouched next to the man. She pulled out a knife, twirling it menacingly before his eyes. The cold flash of the blade sent a chill down his spine. "I hate dealing with complications," she said coldly. "So, here's how it goes—you've got two choices. One, tell me who's behind this, or two, I'll carve 36 holes into you with this knife. You've got ten seconds—ten, nine, six—" "W-Wait, what happened to eight and seven?" the man stammered, visibly shaken. Taylor leaned down and slapped him on the forehead. "What's the problem with counting like that?" "Nothing, nothing…" The man quickly gave in, not daring