ch. 16 | THE LORDS' HELLHOLE

"Is that so?"

Zacharias strictly muttered as he stared intently at the three middle-aged men kneeling on the ground. Their mouths were covered with tape, their hands tied, blood flowing in their skulls, bruised bodies, broken bones, and everything.

They're in The Regio's basement, where they handle things differently when it comes to physical issues, rather than with business and paper work - files in their offices.

Hasen ripped the tape from their mouths, prompting them to speak. The skin on their lips ripped, drawing more blood, but they couldn't care less as their life is on the line.

Hasen removed his gloves and stepped at the man's back, prompting them to speak.

Hasen Dolores... Also one of The Regio's executives, but he seldom appears on occasions because his position in the organization is as an agent and ambush for adversaries. He prefers to keep it hidden since it may jeopardize his position in the organization.

"B-Boss! W-We didn't do it, boss, please!" The man kneeled and b