Chapter 70: Information
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Even though Wesley had tried very hard to pretend to be calm, cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time. The man sitting next to him was Red Mask, one of Kim's worst enemies in the city, and he clearly knew who he was.
Despite his claim to be a messenger of justice, Wesley didn't see much resemblance to the heroes of the novels and comics. The number of people who died at his hands had reached double digits, and torture was one of the methods commonly used by the other side.
"It's an honor to meet you face-to-face, but I'm curious to see what you're looking for me." Wesley quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, still speaking very politely. "I'm just an ordinary financial expert, and I seem to be different from the street criminals you usually deal with."
"Financeβ" a sneer came from under the red mask. It seems that the property you manage includes these street criminals. β
"Is this a joke? I? Those scum of humanity? There is not the slightest relationship between us. Wesley immediately denied Peter's accusations, and his expression was rightly tinged with anger, as if the other party had insulted his character. It doesn't matter where you hear the rumors, but it's all baseless. I'm just a very pure businessman. β
"And yet your hand as a pure businessman is reaching for the alarm on your waist." Peter shook his head. "Of course, if you expect it to call for help, unfortunately, you're going to be disappointed. The moment I got in the car, it was already a piece of scrap metal. β
Seeing that his plan was revealed, Wesley slowly removed his hands from his waist.
"I'm curious why you think it's a good idea. Aren't you afraid that when your reinforcements come, I will kill you directly? After Peter's question, before Wesley could answer, he seemed to have figured out something. Peter shrugged his shoulders, and his tone suddenly became relaxed again. "Well, whatever you do, I don't care anyway. I'm halfway here, and I'll need your cooperation for the other half. β
"What exactly do you want?"
"Information." Ignoring Wesley's expression that was close to gritting his teeth, Peter's tone still seemed rather relaxed and natural. "I need enough money and information and incriminating evidence to crush me."
Wesley fell silent, and Peter didn't make any further moves. He turned his head to look out the window, admiring the view. It was a long time before Wesley spoke.
"You're dreaming." His face was pale, and the previous disguise of a gentleman was gone. "You win, and if you want money, I can give you enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. If you want a truce, I'll try to get Master Fisco to work out a clause that is acceptable to both of you. But I couldn't have betrayed him. β
"Oh? Not ready to pretend to be innocent like before? I thought you wanted me to come up with evidence or something. β
"If you're someone who needs evidence to act, you wouldn't be so troublesome and so nosy." Wesley said in a deep voice. "I know you're an idealist, but you have to compromise on that."
"I'm not prepared to compromise on this, and you don't look like someone who values loyalty more than your own life."
"You're right, and that's why you'll never get what you want from me." Wesley said in a deep voice, a flash of disdain flashing in his eyes. The innocence of this guy in front of him was even more serious than he had imagined. "If I don't speak, you'll kill me at best. Master Fisk will take care of my family and avenge me by skinning you. β
"And if I betray my lord, then maybe death is a better option..."Wesley paused, and did not continue. At this time, Peter laughed.
"You mean, I'm a little too merciful than Kim? If that's your suggestion, I think I can grant you that wish. Peter flicked his finger on Wesley's shoulder. A burning sensation that he had never experienced before erupted from that area.
However, this rather weak looking man was much tougher than the muscular men in this regard. He only snorted, not even screaming. Wesley sneered, and waited until the pain had been over before he reluctantly spoke again, "If that's the limit of what you can do, then you're just confirming what I said." The horror of Lord Fisk's anger is not comparable to your petty means. β
"But this is just one of my many 'little tricks'." Peter clapped his hands, and the speed of the car began to slow down. At this moment, Wesley suddenly thought of something, and a wave of fear suddenly rose from his heart.
"You..."
"To be honest, I wasn't prepared to use torture to achieve my goals in the first place. After all, I have a better way. Peter snapped his fingers, and the car turned into the parking lot of a mall. And this location felt a little familiar to Wesley. "Save your throat now, we'll have a lot of things to talk about later."
The black sedan pulled up in the middle of the empty parking lot, and Wesley stepped out of the door at Peter's signal. And when his eyes swept to the wooden door that had been broken and had not been repaired, he suddenly remembered where it was.
Runda Mall, where Red Mask and Kim had their first conversation.
"Alright, now it's time for you to say what you know."
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"Alright, now it's time for you to complete the agreement and say what you know."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Erica says something very similar to Peter's. The stickman standing across from her sighed, his gaze unnaturally moved to the side wall, as if he did not dare to meet Erica's eyes.
"I don't know..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a dart flew out of Erica's movable hand, grazing Sticksuo's ears and cutting off several of his already pale hairs.
"Old man, you're playing with fire. If you hadn't used my parents' information as a bargaining chip, I wouldn't have made a move at all this time. Erica's eyes already had a hint of murderous intent. Do you think there is much left of the master-apprentice relationship between us? You have forsaken me, do you still think that I will take your word as an absolute decree as before? β