Chapter 1773

Hilda's right arm was broken. His forearm and hand just dangled limply, swaying like dead weight. Wincing in pain, he pleaded, "No more! Please! I was wrong. Don't hurt me again. I won't threaten you again. Please have mercy." Hilda only had one working arm left. If that one snapped too, he'd be stuck relying on someone to feed him every meal. Matthew remarked, "Keep acting tough. Why are you stopping?" The words sent chills down Hilda's spine. "I won't speak out of line again. I'm sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't make it worse." Matthew said coldly, "You get one more chance. This is your last shot. Grab it, and you walk away alive. If you screw up, it's straight to hell for you." Hilda pushed through the pain and looked up at Matthew, hanging onto his every word. With his life on the line, he couldn't afford to mess around. Matthew asked firmly, "Who's Mr. Flynn? How do I find him?" Hilda's mind went blank when he heard Matthew's question. Seeing the murderou