บท 119: Serpents in the Dark, Flames in the Studio    

"Don't play dumb with me," Cain growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I know you have a leader. The one posing as Silver Serpent. Now, tell me where he is, or you'll regret it."

The thug's eyes darted around, searching for a way out, but there was no escape. He knew he was trapped.

Cain's reputation preceded him—this was no ordinary street fight. The man swallowed hard, trying to muster up enough courage to defy him.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," the thug stammered, but his voice cracked, betraying the lie.

Cain grinned, a cold, cruel smile that sent shivers down the thug's spine. "Is that so? Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

With a swift motion, Cain twisted the thug's arm behind his back, forcing him to his knees. The man screamed in pain, his bravado crumbling as fear took over.