Thirty minutes later, the three men were taken to Ruby Palace underground. As they were being escorted, they pondered on the identity of their captors. However, their questions were swiftly answered when they saw a calm Eugene on the couch.
Initially perplexed by their smooth release, they realized Eugene had orchestrated it. He remained succinct while fixing his gaze on them as he uttered his customary phrase, “Speak, or should I compel you to?”
Naturally, the three men remained silent. Despite not being prominent figures, they understood the game rules. Speaking up would mean inviting death upon themselves. “What do you want us to say?” Eugene asked, “Who instructed you to Cardinal Tower?”
One of the men replied, “Cardinal Tower is a wealthy area. We had our eyes on it for some time. We didn’t require anyone’s instructions to target it.”
Eugene’s eyes turned icy while his voice became cold and eerie. “It appears that you have no intention of telling the truth.” He then instructed, “Teach them a lesson.”
The bodyguards immediately complied with the order and approached the trio. They were not pushovers either and fought back against the approaching bodyguards. In no time, they had knocked down two of the bodyguards.
Narrowing his eyes, Eugene abruptly stood up and delivered a swift kick at the three men. Due to the injuries from the traps last night, the trio had numerous wounds of various sizes on their bodies. Although they were accustomed to regular exercise, the pain still affected their reflexes and slowed their speed.
While they managed to resist the bodyguards to some extent, they were defenseless against Eugene. In a short while, the two men were lying on the ground.
With only one man remaining, Eugene stayed calm and composed. He had no interest in engaging in physical combat with them and wanted to observe their tactics instead. During the early years of Promise Island’s ascent, he encountered numerous assassin organizations and developed a keen understanding of their methods.
When he was at the precinct earlier, he had already deduced that they were trained assassins. However, it was a pity that he could not discern which organization they belonged to, but they bore some resemblance to members of the Samuel Court or Dragon’s Breath.
Besides, it was puzzling because they should have been aware of the connection between Eugene and the Rogers siblings. How could someone from Dragon’s Breath have the audacity to target him?
If they were assassins from the Samuel Court, they appeared to be weak and feeble. Still, he dared to speculate. “Are you assassins from Samuel Court?”
The remaining assassin was startled but quickly averted his gaze and refused to admit it. He retorted, “Samuel Court? I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to kill or fight, go ahead. Just spare me the nonsense.” With that, he lunged at Eugene.
However, Eugene’s pupils contracted as he keenly noticed the assassin’s momentary hesitation. It confirmed his suspicion that they were indeed from Samuel Court. Damn it! Christoff must be sick of living.
Therefore, when Eugene retaliated against the assassin, he did not hold back and delivered lethal blows. In no time, the killer was beaten to the ground and unable to rise. Eugene, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. He elegantly adjusted his clothes and settled back onto the couch. Crossing his legs casually, he reclined leisurely and exuded an intimidating aura.
He cast a languid glance at the three struggling assassins on the ground and said, “Speak up. There’s no use in denying it now that I know you’re from Samuel Court. Persisting in your arguments will only result in further suffering for you.’ As he spoke, he instructed Curtis, “Give our men a call later. Isn’t Christoff free these days? Let’s give him something to work with.”
