Chapter 652

Killian let out a derisive snort. "Old man, do you think we're blind? You were the one who attacked Comrade Aiden's wife first. He only acted in self-defense. How dare you accuse him of beating his own father? Show us your injuries—what proof do you have that Aiden laid a finger on you?" Nate bellowed in rage, "Are you all blind? My hand's practically crushed by this little bastard!" A young officer beside Killian stepped forward, grabbed Nate's arm, and examined it with a cold smirk. "Looks perfectly fine to me. No broken bones, no damaged tendons. What's all the howling about?" Of course, Killian and his men knew exactly what Aiden had done—inflicting excruciating pain without leaving a single mark. But after hearing Aiden's account of the atrocities this deranged old man had committed, they felt nothing but disgust. They wouldn't have minded seeing him suffer even more. Nate, too, realized his arm showed no visible injury, yet waves of searing pain shot through it. Beads of cold swe