Chapter 1831

Getting beaten to a pulp by two high schoolers fresh out of adolescence—what a humiliating life experience it was for Geoffrey. "Tell me where your supply chain starts and the contact you were just referring to," Cyrus said. His tone was as cold and clinical as a professional interrogator. Geoffrey immediately became wary. "You're not a cop, are you? If you are, then there's nothing left for me to say! Just go ahead and arrest me!" Geoffrey looked like he'd rather die than give in. In their line, betraying the supplier meant certain retaliation, even if it led to a reduced sentence. Geoffrey would rather say nothing—going to jail seemed like a safer bet for a better future. "I don't have much patience," Cyrus said coldly. "If you don't talk, I'll make sure you regret it before you even set foot in prison." As he spoke, Cyrus took Geoffrey's arm from Aurelia. A crisp sound echoed, and Geoffrey's arm was dislocated in an instant. Aurelia widened her eyes in shock. Her expression