Thick saliva slowly trickled down from Moss' eyebrows and eyes... At last, it dripped onto the floor.

The room fell silent, filled with the chill of the air.

After a few seconds, Moss slowly opened his eyes, bloodshot with a terrifying intensity as he glared at Adrian. Undeterred, Adrian spat at him once more.

In response, Moss released Adrian's collar, stepped into the cage, and delivered a swift punch to Adrian's face.

Caught off guard, Adrian staggered backward, ultimately falling to the floor, Blood streamed from his nose, staining his shirt.

Without hesitation, Moss struck again. Adrian, weakened and unable to retaliate, lay defenseless.

Blood now obscured Adrian's features. Inside her cage, Ariana watched in horror, pleading desperately with Moss, "Stop! Please, stop!"

Though Ariana continued shouting, Moss remained deaf to her cries, determined that they should face consequences for their rebellious actions earlier.

When his fist became painful from punching, Moss ceased his beating and crouched to administer a syringe of liquid to Adrian. Covered in scars, Adrian struggled and cursed vehemently. But his resistance only invited more punches from Moss.

Ariana's anxiety drove her to pound the iron bars frantically, desperate to intervene and save Adrian.

Soon, Moss injected two more syringes into Adrian's body. Gradually, Adrian lost the strength to resist, though he weakly continued to curse Moss.

“Save your energy for now, or you won't be able to make a sound when the drug takes effect," Moss sneered in reply.

Just as Moss prepared to inject Adrian for the fourth time, his phone suddenly rang.

After Moss glanced at his phone, his interest seemed to wane. He stopped torturing Adrian, packed his belongings, locked the cage, and departed without a backward glance.

He then descended to the third underground floor, opening an iron door to enter.

This was a bedroom decorated like a bar.

Right now, Bennett sat at the counter, offering Moss a faint smile and raising his wine glass in greeting.

Approaching Bennett, Moss removed his white coat, revealing a large, fierce scar from a burn on his arm. His voice cold, he asked, “You called me here just to drink?"

With a warm smile gracing his lips, Bennett replied, "Yeah, I haven't shared a hearty drink with you in quite some time."

Upon hearing this, Moss narrowed his eyes at Bennett and retorted with a touch of sarcasm, “Since when have you become so polite? I don't see us becoming friendly now."