Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 383

The moment Felicia saw Baldy, she immediately recognized him as the sniper watching her from the balcony on the seventh floor.

"Who sent you?"

She sat on the hospital bed, her face pale from blood loss, making her dark, bright eyes stand out even more. There was a fire burning in the depths of her gaze.

Now, in such a dire situation, Baldy knew exactly what his fate was.

He was going to die anyway, so he chose not to speak.

Turning his face away, he sneered. "Kill me quickly. I've been in this line of work for years, and if I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have chosen this profession!"

She got out of bed, walked slowly toward him, bent down, and grabbed his chin with her bandaged hand. With a swift movement, there was a loud cracking sound.

His jaw was dislocated.

Felicia flipped her palm and threw a black pill into Baldy's mouth, her voice calm."You won't die, but you'll wish you did."

A quick and easy death wasn't on the table.

She gave him a faint smile, patted his face, and wiped her hands clean before returning to the hospital bed.

He remained defiant, his expression cold and unafraid, even though the poison had already dissolved in his mouth. He didn't flinch.

The nine people who had brought him in exchanged looks.

Finally, the female mercenary stepped forward. "Little girl, since you're the one paying, I can help you interrogate him if you want any information."

She was confident that with a range of torture methods, he would break.

Before she could finish, Baldy, who had been held on the ground, suddenly raised his head. His face turned red, and he began struggling violently. His throat made rasping sounds, and his body convulsed.

It was as though he was being slaughtered like a pig. Several people couldn't hold him down.

With incredible strength, he broke free from his restraints and began writhing on the floor in agony. He seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain as he ripped apart the ropes binding him and slammed into the floor with a loud thud.

He had been completely broken. From defiance to submission, it didn't even take three minutes.

The other nine stared in stunned silence.

Their gaze toward Felicia shifted, now filled with awe.

They were mercenaries who lived on the edge and were used to bloodshed, but she remained more composed and unshaken than any of them.

She threw two silver needles, which landed on Baldy's shoulders.

The pain and discomfort gradually faded. Baldy, now limp on the floor like a fish out of water, had lost all his pride. He immediately began spilling everything he knew.

However, when asked who his employer was, he said he didn't know.

"You don't know? Are you sure?"