Chapitre 272: Who Are You For Real?

Vincent was standing outside, enjoying a smoke. One hand held the cigarette tucked between his long fingers, while the other hand played with a small, folded, tricky knife that looked more like a keychain.

"Boss, we got the information you were looking for," one of Vincent's men informed him as he approached.

Vincent leisurely exhaled a cloud of smoke, tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground, crushed it under his foot, and took the phone handed to him by the man.

He listened to the voice on the other end of the line and replied, "Send all the details you get," before hanging up.

Meanwhile, inside the basement, the long cries of a man had finally ceased, leaving only the desperate voice of the second man echoing, "I'll tell you everything! Please, don't do this to me!" He sounded utterly terrified.

A wicked smirk spread across Vincent's lips. "Let's have a look at what exactly he's done with them. It better be worth watching."