Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 635

Steven and Zion walked out from the private room's washroom.

Tristan tried to run, but Steven grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. "Does Quinton Lambert have something to do with Yvette's disappearance?"

Tristan panicked and tried to run again, yet he couldn't break free. "I don't know! I don't know anything!" "Are you not planning to tell us?" Steven grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall again. His gaze was cold like a merciless killer. Zion wanted to intervene, but I stopped him.

Steven dragged Tristan over to the table and pressed him down. He then pulled out a syringe from his pocket and coldly said, "This is potassium chloride. You should know that you'll die for sure once this poison enters your bloodstream."

The syringe's needle had pierced through Tristan's skin. His face paled as he looked at Steven, terrified. The veins on his neck bulged in fear and anger. "Who the fuck are you guys? Yvette has no family to care for her. You-"

The needle pierced Tristan's vein before he could finish his sentence. He was genuinely panicking at this point.

We could tell from his words that their targets for the "sacrifice" were mostly from troubled or broken families, or individuals from extremely rural villages.

Even those missing men who had connections with Helen were mostly orphans. Some of them even came from divorced families where no one cared for them.

Tristan said, "Quinton made me seduce and hand over to him a woman whom nobody cared for. I had no idea what he was planning to do. Quinton is a lunatic; he has caused the deaths of many women. Go find him instead!

"He brought Yvette away and locked her up. It's been years since I last saw her!" He sobbed while trembling, even wetting his pants.

Steven's gaze was cold as he got up. He glanced at Tristan disdainfully before giving him a kick. He then tossed the syringe into the trash can. It wasn't potassium chloride inside but a saline solution.

Zion coughed. This kind of interrogation method was rather efficient sometimes. He decided to turn a blind eye to Steven's method this once.

"So, Quinton Lambert?" I raised a brow. I managed to record everything Tristan had just said on my phone.

"Don't tell him that I was the one who ratted him out. He'll kill me!" Tristan lost it instantly when he saw me video-recording him. He lunged at me but was kicked away by Steven.

It was evident that his fear of Quinton was greater than that of potassium chloride.

"Are you this afraid of your own brother?" I asked, chuckling.

Tristan dropped onto the floor, trembling. "He'll make you wish you were never born..."

Quinton had clearly done many terrifying things.

"You mentioned that he caused the deaths of many women. Is it still the case now?" I crouched down in

front of Tristan.

"He... He always asks me to get him some women-those without a family or who have nobody to care for

them." Tristan cried while pleading, "Who exactly are you guys? Please don't tell Quinton what I told you. I'll do whatever you ask me to!"

"Good. Go tell him that you found him another woman." I patted him on the head. "An orphan from the mountains without any surviving family."

Tristan looked at me wide-eyed. "You... Do you know that he's a lunatic? He's not looking for women to... do those kinds of things. He enjoys... playing hunter. You get what I mean?"

I squinted. Quinton enjoyed playing hunter?

"You don't understand. They have a convoy that often brings young, neglected women to desolated areas. I suggest you not to take the risk. Those people are all psychopaths, "Tristan shuddered as he spoke.

"Those people..." Zion was keen on catching his words. "Write down their names and do as you're told. We'll tell everything you've said to Quinton otherwise."

Terrified, Tristan quickly wrote down the names of Quinton's accomplices on a piece of paper.

Steven frowned unhappily. He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Why did you make the decision on your own?

"We need to know what they're doing," I comforted him softly.

Steven glanced over at Zion coldly, "I don't agree with this. They have many female officers. Let their people handle it."

Zion nodded hurriedly. "Alright, we'll assign someone else to handle this."