96. Pain [ II ]
Inside a dimly lit room at the regional headquarters of the Hunter Organization, cries of pain echoed through the air. The sounds of torment were everywhere

"Ahhh! Please, don't hurt me anymore!" one voice begged, filled with fear.

"Ahhh, you bastard! I'll kill you once I manage to escape from here, and I will murder your entire family alongside you. Just try that again... ahhhh!" another voice screamed, defiant even in pain.

The room was a place of despair and bravery. Some captives begged for mercy, their fear of pain overwhelming them. Others, despite their agony, stayed defiant and issued threats.

The captives were members of the Blood Crest Brotherhood, chained to metal chairs. Their bodies were marked with injuries—some had severe wounds, others were missing fingers. They all shared one thing, they were in great pain.

Standing before them was Johnson, a man with a cruel grin. He held a bloodied, sharp knife. His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he wielded the instrument of t
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