He initiated the torture without a hint of mercy.

Eventually, the man with a noticeable scar gave in.

"We were ordered to capture and insult that woman..." he confessed, desperate to end his companion's pain.

Alick fixed his gaze on him. "Go on. Who gave the orders?"

"We've never seen him. He's always wearing a mask," the man explained, his voice laced with helplessness. "We know we're in the wrong. Please, just let us go. I've told you everything.”

Alick scoffed. “Let you go? Impossible."

“We admit our mistakes," the man pleaded.

"You're habitual offenders," Alick retorted sharply. "Do I need to remind you of your numerous offenses? Should I list them all?"

He stepped closer to the man with the scar and added, “Perhaps you're the ringleader. I should've started with you."

"I'm not the ringleader. You are. Our fates are now in your hands. If you want revenge, find the masked man I mentioned. We were just following orders to make a living. We're just pawns. It's not worth holding us accountable. Please, let us go." The man with the scar panicked, begging for mercy.

Alick realized that the mastermind behind the group was exceedingly cautious, having disclosed no useful information to his underlings.

“I will take you where you belong," Alick said, indicating he had no further questions for them.

The man with the distinctive scar felt a momentary relief at Alick's words, believing anything was better than enduring more torture.

“Wie are sinners. We deserve to be imprisoned and judged," he said.

Alick smirked, instantly discerning the man's thoughts. How could he possibly let them walk away unscathed? Before putting them in jail, he had to teach them a lesson, making their lives a living hell.

"You will suffer a hundredfold the pain your men suffered," Alick responded, gesturing for his men to step forward. "Show him every method of torture you've prepared.”

“No! No!" the man screamed. He was tied up, so he could only wriggle helplessly.

His cries surpassed those of his subordinate, who had just been tortured. Just having his skin slightly cut and salt rubbed into the wound had elicited an ear-piercing scream. Now, each subsequent torture promised to be an ordeal worse than death.

The man pleaded for mercy, but Alick watched him with an icy stare.

Despite the severity of the torture, Alick knew it wouldn't quench the deep-seated hatred he had in his heart for these men.