Marshall got downstairs and said to Frances, “I am not sure how late I will return tonight. So remember
to lock all the doors and windows.”
Frances nodded, “Okay.”
Marshall then left with Kyle.
Both of them headed to the club owed by Kyle, while in the backyard of which there was a basement at
the corner. The entrance was hard to be noticed as there placed a flower stand and piled up some
flowerpots.
The backyard was dim as there wasn’t the main entrance for guests.
Nor did Kyle set a light here as it was where the basement planted. So commonly speaking, the
backyard was the secret spot for something nasty.
The entrance was covered with a wooden slat, on the top of which there was a huge flowerpot. Now
the flowerpot was moved aside and so was the slat. The entrance looked like a well, while on the side
of which there was a rope ladder. Inside the entrance, nothing could be seen except for darkness.
Marshall showed no hesitation. He took the initiative to enter with Kyle following then.
They soon landed after descending for two meters. Marshall turned on the flashlight of his phone.
It was a spacious basement. As he moved the flashlight a bit, he saw that creep-shot guy, whose arms
were tied behind. He could do nothing but to lie still on the ground.
Kyle walked over and turned on the only bulb in the basement.
But the dim light even highlighted the horrible atmosphere around.
Marshall looked around the basement and found it empty.
He walked over to lift that guy up and pinned him against the wall.
Perhaps that guy was sleeping or unconscious. He slowly opened his eyes because of the sudden
move.
He squinted at as he felt the light dazzled him with his eyes closed for long.
Kyle was rendered sullen when seeing his slovenly look. He walked over to kick him, “Open your
goddamn eyes! You still fancy sleeping right now?”
His kicked exactly hit his chest. That guy couldn’t help whining.
Marshall waved his hand to stop Kyle. He then patted on his shoulder, “Be a bit more gentle unless you
want to kill him.”
Kyle also noticed himself that he never learned to control his rough strength. So he stepped back after
consideration.
Marshall approached and squatted down. He found that this guy looked pale and awful.
Marshall asked, “Why were you tailing Katherine?”
That guy sneered, “Because she looks pretty. And I love pretty girls.”
Hearing that, Kyle kicked him hard again. But this time he went for his face.
Marshall didn’t stop him.
Then that guy’s nose started to bleed.
He turned his face aside and failed to wipe off the bleed as both his arms were tied.
Marshall looked a bit sullen, “Tell me the truth if you want to suffer less. Otherwise, I don’t think you can
get out of the basement in one piece.”
But that guy still remained unspoken, looking seemingly tough.
Marshall smiled, “I have encountered a lot of tough looking guys just like you. All of them perceived that
they could go through every single torture just by gritting and tolerating. How hilarious!”
Marshall then stood up and continued, “I have countless means to make you suffer and extract what I
want from you. But now I would like to save my time and offer you the last chance.”
After pondering for a while, that guy turned to look at Marshall, “It was just because I liked pretty girls.
So I couldn’t wait to snap some pictures of her pretty face. If you want, I can delete them all.”
Marshall sighed, “Well, since you still insist…”
He turned around to look at Kyle, who seemed to be about to beat that guy again out of irritation.
Marshall smiled, “Just hold on. I need you to get something for me. So let me handle it. I promise the
worst moment in his life is coming.”
Kyle gritted and pointed at that guy, “Just wait and see.”
Marshall listed a lot of stuffs for Kyle to prepare. He was also confused, not knowing what for. But he
still made his men to get prepared.
At the same time, they got out of the basement.
Marshall took out a cigarette and passed Kyle another one.
While they were smoking, those waiters started to prepare everything required by Marshall.
But they could only get most on the list as the night fell.
Then they got them all in a box and brought it to Marshall.
After a simple glimpse, he nodded, “Okay, that’s enough.”
Now the sky was fully overwhelmed with darkness.
Both of them entered the basement again.
That guy kept struggling to get his arms free from the rope.
Kyle walked over to kick him again, “Stay still!”
Marshall was rendered a bit speechless by his temper.
He looked more composed than Kyle, “You can’t get out even if you get rid of the rope.”
That guy glared at them and huffed provocatively.
Kyle was pissed off. He hurried over to kick him down. Then he stepped on his back, “Motherfucker!
You still wanna play tough, huh? Wanna get killed?”
Marshall didn’t stop him. He opened the box and took out something from the inside.
They were a long and sharp needle and a vial of transparent liquid.
He opened the vial and showed him the needle.
He still looked calm with a glimpse at Kyle, “Step harder to keep him still.”
Kyle turned around to look at him. Then he smiled, “Alright, just do it. I promise he couldn’t even nudge
a bit.”
Meanwhile, Katherine had been sleeping till midnight. She woke up to go to the bathroom.
She teetered inside the bathroom. When she got out, she looked at the bed.
But she didn’t see Marshall on it.
She scratched her hair and walked over to the window to look outside. Nor did she see his car in the
yard.
So Marshall must have gone out.
She returned to the bed and recalled what happened in the daytime. Perhaps he went to the club for
interrogation with Kyle, she reckoned.
She checked the time and noticed it was after midnight. She assumed that sneaky-looking guy didn’t
look too tough to be overwhelmed.
So she wondered what took them so long.
She had no idea about it. Plus, she had been sleeping for long. Now she stayed awake. So she sat on
the bed with her back against the wall.
During the passing hours, Marshall didn’t call her or text her. So he didn’t seem to be worried about
their security at home.
After sitting for quite a while, she decided to get back to sleep. But as she was about to lie down, her
phone buzzed.
It was a message notice.
The sudden buzz startled her as it was quiet late night.
She grabbed her phone to check it.
It was a message with a picture only—in which her figure was zoomed in.
The message was sent from a strange number, while the picture was exactly taken when she was
shopping in the mall today.
Katherine frowned, confused.
Was it a warning?
Did that mean her every move was being spied on?
She thought for a while and texted back with a question mark only.
Soon, she received further response—it was another picture of her. However, this time it was not taken
in the mall, but at the gate of her residence while she was standing there.
Before she could carefully check it, another picture was sent.
This time it was taken when she was at home. Or exactly speaking, she was watching TV in the parlor
at that time.
Katherine paused and suddenly noticed something wrong.
Judging from the direction from which it was taken, the one who snapped it didn’t seem to be standing
outside the house. Instead, that one should be standing at the door of the parlor.
However, how could she fail to notice that if someone snapped a picture of her from the door.
She couldn’t help getting goose bumps all over.
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