After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 762

Chapter 762: Why is Someone Trying to Harm Him?

These men's faces were twisted with pain as they struggled on the chairs.

"This is a society governed by the rule of law!"

"There is surveillance here. Are you aware of the consequences of taking matters into your own hands like this?"

"This is illegal the way you are doing it!"

Franklin sneered, "A robber talking to me about the law? Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

Those bloodthirsty eyes gleamed with a fierce and ruthless light.

The look in the man's eyes was too scary.

"I heard... you guys used steel pipes to beat up Wright?" Franklin raised his eyebrows fiercely, "Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

The man casually tapped the table, still maintaining his noble demeanor. However, his cold voice revealed his extreme displeasure at the moment. "I'll give you one chance only. If you don't speak, I'm afraid you can't bear the consequences.

Sylvia was just outside watching the records, and now she had come in.

She had been watching coldly all along, and it was obvious that these men in black clothes did not want to speak.

Even if Jasper broke their arms, they wouldn't tell the truth.

She walked up to Franklin and casually glanced at the black-clad men. "Do you know about a notorious woman in history named Amirah Banks? She invented a punishment called the laughter torture, which doesn't physically harm the body but causes unbearable itching that cannot be controlled. Eventually, one would die from lack of oxygen due to uncontrollable laughter."

"If you don't tell the truth, I'd like to try it on you."

Franklin looked at Sylvia and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"And there are many terrible punishments, and I don't mind trying them all on you."

These black-clad men clutched their limp arms, their faces pale from pain, and moaned incessantly.

Right now, in their eyes, the man and woman before them seemed extremely terrifying.

One of the men quickly scanned his companions and said, "We can't betray them. Instead of being tortured to death by you, it's better to end it ourselves!"

After all, betrayal was also death. Whether they were tortured to death or not, it was all the same.

They might as well die early and break free from suffering.

As the man's voice fell, suddenly a wail of sorrow rose up again.

"Oh no! They bit their tongues and committed suicide!" Franklin's face was dark and his voice was low, with a hint of coldness.

He never expected that this group of black-clothed people would be so fierce.

Director Mays was so frightened that he quickly called out, "Quickly! Quickly, pry open their mouths!"

"Don't let everyone die!"

"Really stupid! They actually thought that biting their tongue would really kill them, just like in TV dramas? That's all a lie in TV dramas," Sylvia said as she kicked the nearest man to her. "You guys are big and strong, how could you possibly die from just biting your tongue? That's just ridiculous."

"Since you're not afraid of pain and you don't want your tongues anymore. Jasper, cut their tongues off, bit by bit," Franklin ordered.

Jasper immediately produced a dagger from somewhere, its blade shimmering with an eerie, cold light under the lamp.

He then approached the first black-clad man, gripped his head, and thrust the dagger into his mouth.

Originally, Director Mays had instructed his subordinates to hold the mouths of these black-clad men open, and it happened to make it easier for Jasper to carry out his gruesome task.

"No, no, please!"

Watching their own tongues being cut off bit by bit, who could endure such a sight?

Jasper hadn't even been operated on yet! As soon as he touched the other person's tongue, he started to mumble and howl.

It was too ridiculous to even mention.

In ten minutes, the man stepped forward while rolling up his sleeves.

A beautiful and graceful woman also walked out with him.

Director Mays, accompanied by the police and Jasper, was also closely following behind.

"Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne and Miss Andrews."

"Let's head back there first." Franklin instructed Jasper who then drove towards their destination once again.

In open waters where one couldn't see land anywhere around them, Clark kept swimming forward while frantically waving his arms around trying not to drown.

He looked up at the blue sky above him and escaped. He had finally escaped. Franklin, Sylvia, Cody! None of the people who had hurt him would be able to live. Two burly men followed him desperately in his direction. In this cold weather, the icy seawater was bone-chilling and they were freezing with purple lips, but they refused to give up.

Finally, a fishing boat came towards them with two old fishermen on board. One of them widened his eyes and said, "Hey bro, do you see someone over there?" The other replied quickly,"Yeah! Three people!"

"Quickly! Throw out the rope!" Clark and his two companions were finally rescued onto the boat.

The two kind-hearted old men gave them some dry food that they brought along with them."How did you end up drifting in the sea? Luckily it wasn't high tide today; otherwise you would have been in trouble."

Clark was handsome and smiled softly; he looked harmless. "Sir, we are just a family out for a trip when our boat started leaking."

"Who knows what really happened on that boat? We'll take you back to shore now."

"Yeah! Hurry up and contact your family members." The three of them ate something to regain their strength while sitting on board watching as the two old men drove their boat quickly towards shore.

The feeling of breathing freely was really good. Clark sat on deck staring at the blue sea water but couldn't help thinking about Winter's face which he hadn't seen for so long.

In a remote mountain village by a small river where many men and women washed clothes or vegetables by its banks stood Winter who was heavily pregnant struggling to carry her bucket of water into her small wooden house.

"Winter, you're about to give birth soon, right? How can you still carry water yourself?" An elderly woman wearing a floral cotton coat passed by her carrying some onions asked sympathetically.

"I have no choice; I'm living alone here," Winter replied wiping sweat from her forehead after putting down her bucket of water.

"Oh dear me... it's not good without any man around here... if your child is born without a father then it won't be good either... why don't I introduce someone for you?" The elderly woman winked suggestively at Winter trying to play matchmaker for her but she just smiled politely saying, "No thanks; I'm fine alone."

As she smiled by the riverside, many men couldn't help but gawk.

Even some married women, upon seeing their husbands staring, would angrily grab their men by the ear and scold, "What are you looking at? What's so attractive about a woman with a bastard in her belly?"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

The pregnant woman, her belly protruding, showed no change in her expression, as if she had long grown numb to such comments.

She continued carrying the water forward. A man in his thirties, seeing this, immediately rushed over to take the water bucket from her and asked with concern, "Winter, why are you fetching water by yourself again? Why didn't you call me?"