Pffft!

Lebron spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was cold.

“Be a man, Harvey York! You can kill me, but don’t you dare humiliate me!”

“Kill me!”

“I will never give in!”

“Good.”

Harvey nodded, then stepped on Lebron’s left wrist.

There was a loud crack, and Lebron let out a scream of agony. His face had completely lost all color.

Lebron was a sharpshooter, and he relied on his hands to do his work. Now that Harvey had broken one of them, he would be considered half-crippled.

“So? Are you going to talk now?” Harvey asked casually, narrowing his eyes.

“Kill me if you have the guts to do so, Harvey. You’re not a hero if you do this to me, you…!”

Crack!

Before Lebron could finish his words, Harvey crippled his other hand.

Looking at Lebron, who was wailing in pain, Harvey ordered Rachel, “Take him to the basement. Interrogate him slowly. I’m sure he’ll cooperate with us soon.”

“Another thing. Get someone to fix up the place.”

Harvey was rendered completely speechless. He