Chapter 212

The man was taken by Smith to a place in the basement, where Smith tied his hands and feet, seating him on a wooden chair. "Such a hassle, dealing with someone like him is always annoying."

The room was dark, with no windows. It seemed unused, covered in dust, with scattered items left behind for a long time.

In front of Smith stood three men, his aides. Smith dragged a chair and placed it before the man, not too far from him. He sat down, resting his legs, observing the man wearing a beret. “Throw some water on him, wake him up,” he ordered one of the aides.

Immediately, a large man followed the command, grabbing a bucket of water and harshly splashing it onto the beret-wearing man's face, causing him to wake up in shock.

The man’s eyes flew open, his body jerking as he tried to get up, but the ropes binding him to the wooden chair restrained him. “Ah… what is this? What’s going on? What are you doing to me?” He blinked rapidly, struggling to keep his eyes open as the water stung the
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