Capítulo 172: Ghost

Noah crouched down and grabbed Tyrell by his hair, forcing him to look up. Tyrell winced, his eyes flickering with both pain and defiance.

But before he could speak, Noah activated his Memory Glance. The skill worked instantly, flashes of images and fragmented memories flooding Noah's mind.

In seconds, he had pieced together enough to know where to start. Tyrell's thoughts and memories painted the foundation—one that gave Noah the leverage he needed.

Releasing the grip on his hair slightly, Noah locked eyes with Tyrell, his calm voice carrying an undercurrent of menace. "I have a few questions for you. Answer them truthfully, or you'll regret it. Trust me."

Noah's lips curled into a faint smirk as he gestured toward Yanks, who was still slumped nearby. "I mean, look at your friend over here. His jaw's almost touching the ground."