Capítulo 770: Fall of Vismont (Part 2)

"You talk as if we can't force it out of you," Shiro said, turning to his men. "Tap him." 

Immediately, several guards surrounded Matthew and patted him down, looking for the token. It was humiliating and, by the end, he was practically half-naked.

"It's not here," Fos, one of the Shiro's right-hand men, said. He was tall and had afro hair, ponytailed at the back of his head. 

Shiro frowned, narrowing his eyes at Matthew. "Where is it?" 

Matthew frowned, and he did not speak. Logically, he knew he was just delaying the inevitable, but how could he bear just say it so directly? 

How could he not be reluctant? 

Besides, he couldn't help but hold on to the hope that a miracle would happen. Perhaps, even if they weren't rescued, time would pass by without them knowing. By then, the token would've reintegrated into someone.