“You... What are you planning to do?" Jaylen struggled to speak, throat so dry that his voice came out raspy and weak.

He tried to scoff, but he didn't have the strength.

Alick, standing next to the bed, said calmly, "We're not going to hurt you."

Jaylen let out a bitter laugh.

“Bring him over here," Alick ordered, and his assistant was roughly pulled to the bed.

Alick let Jaylen see the assistant up close.

“It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

Anger flared in Jaylen. "Do whatever you want to me. It's my fault...

Just don't take it out on him. "

“Ha-ha." Alick chuckled. "You're in no position to negotiate with us."

“Do it!" he commanded with a wave of his hand.

The men started beating the assistant, who screamed out in pain.

The sound was agonizing.

Baron, terrified, tried to cover his ears, but Alick held his hands down, forcing him to listen.

"Isn't the sound beautiful?" Alick said with a twisted smile.

Jaylen glared at him furiously.

The assistant's cries were heart-wrenching, filling Jaylen with panic.

This man was his most loyal follower.

Was he really going to stand by and watch him get beaten to death?

Who would ever help him again after this?