Chapter 112 Make Him Beg for Death

Meanwhile, a man, Fabian Montclair, lay on the ground covered in blood inside the abandoned cement factory and was barely moving. "P-Please… I'm begging you… Don't kill me…" His voice was faint. Cyrus lifted his foot and kicked Fabian's abdomen again. Fabian rolled four feet away, leaving a long streak of blood on the ground. "Talk. Who ordered you to do this?" Cyrus didn't give Fabian a break. He stepped on Fabian's blood-soaked crotch in his leather shoe. Fabian was clinging to life by a thread. His voice drifted weakly. "Someone called me… and said… said there was something valuable in the room…" "Who called you?" "It was an unknown number. I… I… don't know…" Tyren sat across from them with a cold face. His voice even carried a cutting chill. "Search him." "Yes." Cyrus quickly went through Fabian's pockets. He found a phone and unlocked it with Fabian's finger before handing it to Tyren. Tyren opened the call log and saw a recent incoming number, as expected. He dialed it