Chapter 364

"Damian, surrender now. Confess your crimes and release those kidnapped women and children. Otherwise, no amount of deaths could atone for your sins."

Damian Castillo erupted in harsh laughter.

"Turn myself in? Ms. Carter, that's the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard."

His expression darkened instantly.

With lightning speed, he seized Evelyn's chin.

"Your family drove me into a corner, made Frenda uninhabitable for me. They nearly took my life. Since you've cut off all my escape routes, let's all perish together—"

Before he could finish, Harrison's hand shot out, striking Damian's arm with precision.

A sharp numbness spread through Damian's limb. The sudden pain made his grip falter.

He flexed his fingers, but the tingling sensation persisted. His cold gaze locked onto Harrison. "What did you just do?"

Harrison's eyes darkened, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "Merely struck a pressure point. Nothing permanent. You'll regain feeling in... five minutes."

Damian's face twisted with rage at the casual explanation.

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One effortless strike from Harrison had rendered his entire arm useless.

"Who the hell are you?" Damian ground out, mentally scanning his extensive database of enemies but finding no match.

Harrison's icy stare never wavered. "You're unworthy of that knowledge."

Damian's fury erupted. "You arrogant bastard! I'll skin both of you alive tonight!"

His eyes gleamed with manic intensity as he delivered the chilling threat.

"Midorien's organ market needs fresh stock. Perfect timing to deliver two high-quality specimens. Might even fetch premium prices."

Evelyn's face paled. "So it's true—not just human trafficking but organ harvesting too—"

Her fists clenched at the thought of innocent lives lost. "Damian, you're worse than an animal. You don't deserve to breathe."

Damian's laughter echoed through the chamber, sharp and mocking.

"Ms. Carter, you're still so naive about how the world works. No matter. I've prepared special entertainment for you both."

At his signal, henchmen wheeled in a cart laden with medieval-looking torture devices.

Damian selected a gleaming scalpel, testing its edge against his palm. "Imagine this carving delicate patterns into your pretty face."

He tilted Evelyn's chin, feigning sympathy. "Such a shame to ruin perfection. But monstrous scars would suit you soon."

Evelyn's nails dug into her palms. Just as she prepared to retaliate, Harrison's fingers interlaced with hers, a silent command to wait.

Unaware, Damian continued his macabre showcase, producing a set of dental pliers next. "These extract teeth one by one. The screams are... musical."

Evelyn spat through clenched teeth. "I'd like to see you try!"

Damian arched an eyebrow. "Shall we test that theory?"