Andrew followed up the slaps by yanking Gilbert's hair with brute force.

Gilbert let out a pained howl, like his scalp was about to be ripped clean off.

Andrew growled, "You idiot. If I had the balls to hunt you down, do you really think I'd be scared of the coward hiding behind you? This is your last chance. Tell me who ordered you to do it."

His voice dropped into a bone-chilling cold.

Gilbert's head was forced back, his face twisted in pain. He snarled, "You can beat me to death and I still won't talk. Andrew, you're dead. The person behind me will rip you apart—"

Before he could even finish his threat, he let out a piercing scream.

Dylan and Natasha felt their scalps tingle when they saw Andrew begin his interrogation.

Two gold needles had been driven deep into Gilbert's fingers, straight through the nerve endings. Fingers were one of the body's most sensitive parts, and those thin needles went all the way in.

Even imagining it gave them goosebumps.

Gilbert pant